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Second chances or second life?
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#MERAISHQ
Does life give us a second chance? The race had begun and he/she wondered if he/she would win this time round.
I had read many stories about people writing and sharing their experiences of having a second chance in life. But that made me wonder, does this really happen? Is this actually true?
I couldn't believe it until I experienced it myself. It is something which has happened recently but has left the imprints on my mind, heart and soul for life.
It all started one and a half year back. I was in depression. However, I was unaware about it. I cut off from the world, from my friends, from my family. I didn't receive calls, didn't respond to texts. I used to just sit in my room and watch TV. My appetite kept on decreasing and finally, I hardly ate anything.
My situation worsened and I had to be hospitalized. I was in ICU and was critical.
Tests were conducted, medicines were given, drips and injections were injected, doctors used to come for regular rounds. They told my parents, I wouldn't survive. It came as a jolt for my parents. They felt their world crashing down.
I am their single child and they didn't know how to react. They just kept making efforts and praying for me. They stayed with me at the hospital in and out. I stayed in ICU for 5 days and then was shifted to the ward. After 8 days I got discharged.
I had to constantly go for regular check ups. Complications were so many that I was struggling to deal with everything, to do small tasks, routine activities, to speak, to think through, to walk, to exercise, to eat. But then, I realized that I had to maintain my calm for my parents and to fight each moment to survive. Each day was a battle that I had to win.
My body felt numb. I was constantly nauseous, unable to eat even 2 spoons of food. And just when we thought things were improving, I had to be hospitalized again.
This came like an electric shock. But I knew I had to do it as this is for my best. I stayed in the hospital for another 10 days. Finally, came back home with mixed feelings of angst and fear.
I didn't want to go through any of it again. I tried to motivate myself everyday. I was grateful for such supporting and loving family, friends, doctor and physiotherapist around me and for God for giving me the strength to fight this low phase of my life. Thankfully, it's been an year and I am improving. I still go for regular check ups and the improvement is slow but the graph is going high.
I don't worry about my career or job now. I know this is my second life and I am blessed to have sailed through it. My priority is my health at the moment. and I know things will fall in place soon. What is good for me, will definitely happen with me and come to me.
#MERAISHQ
Does life give us a second chance? The race had begun and he/she wondered if he/she would win this time round.
I had read many stories about people writing and sharing their experiences of having a second chance in life. But that made me wonder, does this really happen? Is this actually true?
I couldn't believe it until I experienced it myself. It is something which has happened recently but has left the imprints on my mind, heart and soul for life.
It all started one and a half year back. I was in depression. However, I was unaware about it. I cut off from the world, from my friends, from my family. I didn't receive calls, didn't respond to texts. I used to just sit in my room and watch TV. My appetite kept on decreasing and finally, I hardly ate anything.
My situation worsened and I had to be hospitalized. I was in ICU and was critical.
Tests were conducted, medicines were given, drips and injections were injected, doctors used to come for regular rounds. They told my parents, I wouldn't survive. It came as a jolt for my parents. They felt their world crashing down.
I am their single child and they didn't know how to react. They just kept making efforts and praying for me. They stayed with me at the hospital in and out. I stayed in ICU for 5 days and then was shifted to the ward. After 8 days I got discharged.
I had to constantly go for regular check ups. Complications were so many that I was struggling to deal with everything, to do small tasks, routine activities, to speak, to think through, to walk, to exercise, to eat. But then, I realized that I had to maintain my calm for my parents and to fight each moment to survive. Each day was a battle that I had to win.
My body felt numb. I was constantly nauseous, unable to eat even 2 spoons of food. And just when we thought things were improving, I had to be hospitalized again.
This came like an electric shock. But I knew I had to do it as this is for my best. I stayed in the hospital for another 10 days. Finally, came back home with mixed feelings of angst and fear.
I didn't want to go through any of it again. I tried to motivate myself everyday. I was grateful for such supporting and loving family, friends, doctor and physiotherapist around me and for God for giving me the strength to fight this low phase of my life. Thankfully, it's been an year and I am improving. I still go for regular check ups and the improvement is slow but the graph is going high.
I don't worry about my career or job now. I know this is my second life and I am blessed to have sailed through it. My priority is my health at the moment. and I know things will fall in place soon. What is good for me, will definitely happen with me and come to me.
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