I’ve always loved words. For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed reading, writing, and speaking. I can’t remember a time when I couldn’t read, and to this day, there is always a stack of books sitting beside my bed, or laying around the house for easy access. As a child, my love for words was honed through opportunities to write creatively in school, and I always loved bringing new worlds to life in short stories and poetry. When other kids were participating in various sports teams, I was participating in public speaking contests, spelling bees, and drama opportunities both in school and in surrounding communities.
This blog post contains images and details that some readers might find disturbing.
This has been a hard post for me to write. Partly because I still have trouble sometimes connecting to the experience; to really recognizing that the story I’m about to tell happened to me. And partly because it has felt so big that I want to make sure I do it justice, for myself, and for anyone who connects to what I have to share. Today I want to walk through the story of my heart surgery, the complications, and my recovery.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my “social media journey”, which I alluded to in my last blog post, and I decided to just sit down and hammer out some thoughts while they are fresh in my mind.
First of all, I want to start off by thanking you – because if you’re reading this right now, then that means that what I’m doing here with this blog, and through social media, is reaching people – for better or for worse! And I truly appreciate each and every person who takes the opportunity to check out my work, either here on the blog, on Instagram, or even on Pinterest.