SECOND CHANCES
Last time I laid in bed in a dark room for 18 hours a day was four years ago recovering from TBI.
Back then I thought my partner would share my story and let you know what’s happening and you’d help me, but he didn’t. Honestly after my hospitalization and I was well enough to travel he abandoned me at the airport, he wanted to go on to Paris.
This time I myself am sharing the process.
I don’t want to hide my suffering.
It’s not all rainbows and unicorns. It’s tough.
I am in severe pain.
I can’t see.
I am scared.
I am triggered to last time when I almost died.
I use meditation and mantra to calm me.
I am tuned into everyone’s suffering thru this portal of my own experience. I’m feeling the friend who just lost a parent, the friend who got the diagnosis, the friend who lost their job and Friends who feel lost. I’m feeling it all.
It’s all going to be ok even when it’s not ok.
In the meantime I pray and rely on my faith, giving my hurt to God. Mother Mary on my altar next to Lakshmi and KuanYin and rose quartz holding space.
I am grateful to new Friends in Sydney saving me from dealing with hospitals and doctors on my own. And for holding my hand, getting me food, helping me walk, reading for me, writing things for me, giving cuddles (that means hugs), driving me around, making me tea, saying it will be ok.
I am in receiving mode.
The universe is ready to shower me with blessings.
Thank you voice memo and Airbnb hosts to share this note.