Kyle and I have been moving around Bali and the surrounding islands for the past two and a half weeks, and throughout our time here we have made a lifetime of memories. I have seen, done, smelt and tasted things that I most likely would have never experience back home. One experience has really altered my perception on this present journey through Indonesia, and even my view on my life as a whole. The past, the present, the future. The physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual body. All of this has been viewed in a different light after a visit with Diana Jia (@themethod_healing, www.dianaljia.com), a spiritual healer who utilizes theta healing to create an immense positive change to all levels of the body. My afternoon with Diana is now a memory I will hold close for the rest of this lifetime, a feeling of wellbeing I experience throughout my day, and a practice I can continue to utilize to improve myself and the world surrounding me. Continue reading “Diana”
Today is partially viewed as just another day. A day to wake up and enjoy the life that surrounds me. A day to feel joy from my recent, personal accomplishments, and to feel the same emotion for the recent accomplishments of my friends. Today is a day where I can reflect on the memories I have made in the past three weeks, and allow myself to become excited for my journey that commences on Tuesday morning. While I am fully capable of doing what I did yesterday, today, I can’t help but recognize today as the five year anniversary of the crash. Every moment that I consider that half of a decade has passed, I become flabbergasted. My memories of the oncoming car in Skookumchuck, BC, are from five years in the past. The thoughts of my mother stating she was going to die, and then waiting in that vehicle to get cut out, unaware of her injuries or mine, seem so distant and yet so fresh and prevalent. The broken ankle, bilateral knees, bilateral femurs, pelvis, bilateral forearms, right wrist, left collar bone, left first rib, left cheek bone, blood-poisoned small bowel, third-degree thigh burn, and mental and emotional trauma originated half a decade ago. Continue reading “Half A Decade”
While I had every intention to complete, edit and post the blog I had accidentally published last week (once again, my apologies to those who had received the email, you have now seen my crazy thought process), I just couldn’t get myself to follow through over the long weekend. The reasoning for my inability to finalize this project was the massive change I experienced in the past few days. A massive change to the incredibly massive life change that had occurred just over three weeks ago. My completion of University brought me to White Rock, BC with Kyle and his family. The stress free lifestyle and ability to make daily choices for myself that were not controlled by school and doctors filled my soul with bliss, and began to alter many aspects of my body. What I desired to share with you last week focused on how my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual body reacted to my sudden change in present life. This is what I was going to share with you, before Friday evening occurred. Continue reading “A New, New Chapter”
I would like to apologize for the recent post that was published to my site, and that was sent out to my email subscribers. That was a very RAW and unfinished blog post that will be sent out in the next few days. I look forward to sharing my new adventures and photographs with you all shortly!
“What medication are you currently taking?” – A question that previously took 20 seconds to respond to, but now results in a thirty minute discussion on the various narcotics, nerve pain, anti-inflammatory, anxiety and sleeping medication I am currently taking, and have taken in the past. I have come to accept that I will be having this conversation far into the future, as the majority of the natural methods to relieve my pain are insufficient. While I am finally at peace with prescription medication, I am in a constant battle with their side effects. In the past two months alone I have struggled with new doses of my fentanyl patch and nerve pain medication, leaving me feeling overly emotional, tired, and scared at times. There were moments in January where I would feel so “high” that I stopped seeing figures, just blurs, and I would cry just because I didn’t know what else to do. I left school for a few days to take care of myself, but ultimately to gain time to decide what to do: fight through this because the medication will improve the quality of my life, or completely stop. I wish I could say this doesn’t happen often, that I don’t get “high” off of my medication and become a person I can’t even recognize, but that would be a lie. Continue reading “The Morphine Diaries Part 1”
I continue to be amazed at how quickly time passes. I am suddenly four months away from gaining two bachelor degrees, only one month from seeing my incredible students and partner teacher again, three weeks from another surgery, and two weeks away from turning twenty-four. As time flies, I attempt to stay in the current moment, enjoying all that it has to offer, because I see and feel many changes that will be affecting my near future. But before I begin, let’s catch up. It’s been a while.
I would first like to extend my deep appreciation for all of those who reached out to me with advice, support and love, after I posted my last blog. Since then, I have changed medications, returned to therapy, tried Chinese tea for sleep, anxiety, and my gallbladder, and exercised many self-help tricks to aid my sleep and calm my anxiety. Although I have not had a miracle happen, I would like to let those know who gave advice and asked about the tea, that after 6 days of drinking the tea I noticed some success! While my anxiety is still evident daily, and at times it feels like the world is going to end, I started to be able to relax my mind enough so I could doze off some nights. However, I am an individual who needs to learn how to slow down, as my mind races every second, analyzing several things and unable to focus on just one at a time (like sleep). After the 10 days, I was able to get a few hours in every night, and I had to celebrate this as I was not sleeping at all before. Last week, after visiting my sleep therapist, I was told to begin what is called “sleep restriction” therapy. It is excruciatingly difficult, as you are attempting to only be in bed for a specific amount of hours per night. However, I am overjoyed to say that I have had more success. While everyday I attempt to maintain my focus on taking care of myself before anything else, it is extremely difficult some days. Anxiety, stress, depression, it all makes my body feel sore, slow, tired, hot, and unfamiliar. The injuries where the scars are that I am focusing on today have been distressed from these illnesses in the past two months. However, those days that I decide, “I’m going to stay home”, or, “I need to do something for myself”, have a positive impact. With the utter chaos from the final days of classes, and teaching only six days away, I am taking this time for myself to write.
Continue reading “Beauty Behind The Scars – Part 3”