i believe i can fly

it was hard to have hope… really hard…pretty much impossible. i had just almost died. my entire life had been ripped away from me in an instant. i was terrified and alone. i could barely even believe in tomorrow, how was i supposed to believe in a future, a BETTER future? people kept telling me if i believed and had faith, i would get better. that line killed me. i deeply wanted to be hopeful and positive but i really couldnt. so then, i felt that if i didnt get better, it would be my fault, because i didnt believe enough. this guilt consumed me. \’well, this one person who was really sick, just decided to believe they would get better, and they did! right away!\’ people loved to tell me these stories to maybe encourage me? but instead, they just made me want to scream. life wasnt that simple. i wanted to say, have those people call me when theyve had a stroke and locked in syndrome. all i was capable of doing and all i wanted to do was to wake up every morning, get out of bed and work like I had never worked before. though I felt guilty every day, that would have to be enough. i was watching joel osteen the other day (mainly because my mom made me, i swear!). he says a lot of god is great stuff or jesus is the man type stuff, but if you listen closely, he says some profound and interesting things. he was saying how every person around you needs to encourage and believe in your dreams. he was also saying that the people you look up to have the ability to speak words that are so powerful to you. i realized that is how i got through it. the people around me were positive for me! though i couldnt believe myself, every person around me believed it for me. They had enough faith and optimism to make up for my pessimism. and i appreciate all the people who were brave enough to say things to me that were so positive and powerful, even before the doctors would say anything. I remember this one older med student, who I have always respected for her poise and intelligence, was saying something about me returning to medical school. though i couldnt say anything yet and couldnt even break a smile, every part of me was smiling inside. if she, the smartest girl ever, believed i was coming back to school, then i had to believe i was! then another teacher from med school, only a few weeks after my accident, through all my tears, she said \’this will all make you a better doctor.\’ for some reason, those words, since they were spoken so early on, were so powerful to me and always stuck with me. finally, i remember, one day my resident came in the room. i was visibly upset and my mom said, \’what do i do, she doesn\’t believe good things will happen.\’ My resident responded, \’ well, whether you believe it or not, everything will be happening to you anyway!\’ what an epiphany, the burden i had been carrying for months was finally taken off my back. the guilt that was consuming me finally melted away. i could just let everyone around me be positive and believe in my dreams for me, and i could just concentrate on working hard every day. that would definitely be enough. so no, i definitely don\’t believe i can fly, i just really need you to believe that i can.

5 thoughts on “i believe i can fly

  1. Vishwa I definitely believe u can do anything u want u r my cousin and I know that u r one of the bravest people I have ever known good luck. And remember I will always loveeee u!!!!

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  2. Oh em gee, Cougs. I never ever thought about it like this. Thank you for peeling off a layer of me every time I indulge in a slice of your wisdom. You've helped me see (a lot of) things more clearly. Things like how Neha has always had a thing for Joe G. Can't wait to crawl into your closet and read select letters out loud again in Oct.

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