anniversary
A year ago tonight it happened. And that’s all I really know.
I suppose I collapsed in my dorm, someone found me, and I was taken to the ER - I’ve never cared enough to get the exact details of that night, but I just wanted to know the cause of the lion-king-type scar that I now have on my right eyebrow. But a scratch to the forehead was nothing compared to what would come over the next few months.
It wouldn’t be until I was transferred to a different hospital that I would be correctly diagnosed with anti-NMDA receptor encephalitis - instead of being labled as psychotic. It wouldn’t be 3 months until I would wake up from a coma and be myself again. Until I’d stand up again. Until I’d walk again. Until I’d eat, talk, and laugh again. Until I’d understand a bit of what had just happened. A year ago tonight could have been the beginning of the end of my life, and in a way, it was - like anything in life, this experience brought change. But it certainly wasn’t the end.
On this anniversary I am blessed and alive to talk about what happened, and even better, what’s happening. So here’s to a new year, and prayers that my story will encourage others to know that in the hands of our God, change and trial are simple foundations of new beginnings.
More posts coming soon.