During my 3 week “long nap” as Tese, my dad, refers to my coma, all of my attention was directed inward, in order to tend to my extensive list of injuries (the most complex, by far, being my brain injury, but not solely by any means), without external distractions.
It’s clear to me, that during my long nap, in tandem with the doctors’ tremendous help, tending to my many physical injuries, my spirit was asked, wether it was time to say goodbye to this existence, or not.
Because my spirit exclaimed – I’m not nearly done here! There’s allot that I still want to do!
(I’ve been remarkably stubborn, life-long)
I began my very-nearly 5 years of recovery (thus far). It has been very full, immensely tedious & extremely difficult…
I’m still here & I’m gaining more capability each & every day!
Even though moments have found me feeling that I’m at my wits end, I am always called back to & pacified by, my ever-present love of life.