I was going to comment that this piece brought tears to my eyes, but then I audibly sobbed. It couldn’t have been easy to write. Thank you for sharing, and reminding me that all of it was real.
Thank you, that means so much. I honestly couldn't bring myself to share the worst parts: the gaslighting even during sepsis, the physical wasting, the botched GI surgery, the complete abandonment by former friends.
We're not equipped for the things we're forced to go through. I feel torn between trying to let go of the trauma for the sake of sanity and remembering it for posterity.
I was going to comment that this piece brought tears to my eyes, but then I audibly sobbed. It couldn’t have been easy to write. Thank you for sharing, and reminding me that all of it was real.
Thank you, that means so much. I honestly couldn't bring myself to share the worst parts: the gaslighting even during sepsis, the physical wasting, the botched GI surgery, the complete abandonment by former friends.
We're not equipped for the things we're forced to go through. I feel torn between trying to let go of the trauma for the sake of sanity and remembering it for posterity.
There is so much grief tied in with the trauma. My heart goes out to you for everything you experienced.
I guess writing is both documenting and letting go, and that’s partly why we feel called to do it. 🥲
Writing really does feel like a sort of emotional catharsis, a form of personal therapy.
This is an important, beautiful piece of writing. I am inspired by your resilience and optimism. Thank YOU!
Thank you for taking the time to read my words and hear my story. It means the world.