An exercise from my narrative medicine workshop:
“I wasn’t sure I could”
I wasn’t sure I could survive, the pain, the stress, the loneliness.
I wasn’t sure I could recover after my neck broke, my back broke, my spirit broke.
I wasn’t sure I could ever be the same person who I was before.
But then I realized that I wasn’t sure I could be the person who I was before.
Something had changed me, had changed within me, and I was no longer stuck in the dark.
I developed purpose. I created goals. I saw a future.
I wasn’t sure I could get there, but that was OK. I didn’t need to be sure, I just needed to try.
In the trying, I can.