When I took my first step after being injured the feeling that I felt was indescribable. I honestly never thought I would feel what I did, and I don’t mean that as in I thought I would feel a different way, I mean the negatives got to me so much that I lost faith for a second. How do you fix something that is completely 100% out of your control. I was a prisoner in my own body and couldn’t imagine ever being happy in my skin again.
After being admitted into Illinois Masonic for inpatient rehab, where I would remain for over two months, my faith in myself was put to the ultimate test. Surrounding me were all senior citizens who mostly has suffered strokes. That was my home for the time being. You could imagine how being in that setting would not only hurt a person’s confidence, but it also really effected my thought process towards my future after leaving the hospital. What will outpatient therapy be like? Will it be all elderly people there too? Am I going to progress? What’s going to happen to my family? What’s my life going to be like? There were so many questions I had and none of them could be answered.
It took a while after being home to “adjust” to my “new life”. Honestly, I don’t even know if I’m totally adjusted still. Life has gotten better though. Physical therapy and spirituality are the two things I give most credit too. In order to physically excel, you must mentally be stable. That was my biggest challenge, and finding the good in life again was definitely the hardest part of regaining my happiness. Taking that first step was proof to me that if you mentally push yourself to your limit physically you will transcend.
The reason I’m bringing this all up is because recently I was told by doctors to “relax and not partake in any physical activity for at least a week” and was on heavy pain medication after a trip to the hospital because of neck pain. Throughout my unwanted vacation from therapy I was reminded of being in the hospital. Being stuck inside four walls all drugged out is not my idea of fun, not to mention I was very afraid I was going to lose muscle tone from being off for so long and my walking would be affected.
I returned to therapy today and GOOD news, I didn’t lose what I have been working so hard for! Infact, I did my personal best today. I had to mentally remind myself on the way to the gym this morning that if I could do it once I could do it again if I had to. Again, preparing myself mentally paid off for me physically. I took a video of my session today, which I’m really excited to share with everyone. One step at a time.
You can’t live a positive life with a negative mind.