For the few of you who may not know my story, I will be as brief as possible. Up until November 10th, 2012, I was a single parent who worked two jobs totaling on the average of 55 hours a week. My main source of employment was a third party benefits administrator, which was a fancy way of saying:
I worked in a call center and fielded questions from people concerning their health and welfare and sometimes pension benefits.
The better of the two jobs was an Adjunct English Professor at a local community college.
Both jobs took a lot of time, patience and brain power.
Notice, when I was speaking about my employment I was using the past tense. That is because on the above aforementioned date, the brain power I had ran out, and I suffered a cerebral artery aneurysm along with a stroke which has left me temporarily (God willing NOT permanently) disabled.
◾I have lost my peripheral vision in my left eye, so now I am unable to drive leaving me completely homebound and dependent on others to get even the smallest errand accomplished.
◾My hearing has been affected to the point being out in public is nothing short of erratic and chaotic for me.
◾My short term memory is/was so bad that up until VERY recently, I had a myriad of Post-It notes around my apartment to remind me to do the simplest tasks, which would be second nature to most people. For example, one day I checked to see if I did the dishes five times.
◾I had to start putting notes in my phone to remind myself that I already texted my friend today along with what I said to him so I wouldn’t repeat myself.
◾To keep from getting brain spasms and blood clots, I am on three medicines daily which leave me exhausted and freezing (blood thinners) a majority of the time.
◾Let’s not talk about the loss of income combined with the cost of brain surgery even with medical insurance.
◾Let’s also not bring up the “friends” that I no longer appear to have because they stopped texting, calling, replying to Facebook messages or coming by.
So, I sound pretty dismal, huh?
Nope, not even close.
Forty percent of ruptured brain aneurysms are fatal, and sixty-six percent result in some sort of permanent neurological damage.
For all intents and purposes, I am blessed to be alive and coherent enough to construct cohesive sentences to express myself whether written or verbally.
So, after all of that scary, sad crap (lol) the I made a conscious choice in my life to spread as much Love, Peace, and Joy as possible to others who may be going through their own tough times.
Hence this blog.
Is it easy? Not always, but the more you put positivity into practice, like anything else, the easier it becomes.
I said “becomes” purposely, because it takes time and constant prayer, meditation, rest , recuperation, reevaluation and, more often than not, restructure.
Consider this the start of my “re-polishing”, and I hope I can rub off on you and inspire you to ShineOn!!!