Journal Entry: July 6th, 2016
My Hip – Carries the Weight of My Future
Since last October, I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect about life and the purpose of our bodies and souls. I mean, A LOT of time.
For three months straight I was confined to my bed, sofa, and wheelchair going through the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. My right hip had been broken and fractured in five places, including two displaced pubic bones and tailbone. I had lost all my contracts for work, couldn’t sit at a computer, and was pretty much alone in the suburbs 24/7 until I could walk unassisted again in February 2016. It was not a fun journey.
During those initial confined months, the physical pain was so great that I had forgotten what it felt like to walk and wondered what it was going to feel like to move freely again. I just couldn’t imagine my physical abilities beyond the immediate minute-by-minute basic human needs that we all take for granted.
But time heals.
Time heals the soul, the heart, and the body. We are so much stronger than we think and we have the ability to HEAL.
I am a testament to that. Just seven short months ago I was in a wheelchair with a massively broken hip and today, that same hip carries the weight of my future.
We are STRONG and resilient to what life throws at us. Never forget that.