Trauma never really goes away, you just learn to live with it. Some days it feels like I’m living in a tense hostage situation and other days I feel like it’s simply a roommate I navigate life with, dancing through a too small space to avoid bumping into each other. My four year anniversary of my ruptured aneurysm is today, April 14, and I don’t understand how it can be both simultaneously ALREADY four years and ONLY four years. Time and trauma are funny that way.
It took me a long time to reconcile the fact that I was still alive and that I deserved to be alive. And to be honest, some days that’s still a struggle. There are days when I don’t want to be alive either. Those days have become fewer and my resolve has become stronger, even as we have discovered more problems. I believe I survived for a reason and I intend to make the most of this second chance. I struggled so much at the beginning of all of this after losing my career and trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with my life now. How do you suddenly pretend that life didn’t exist? I knew that I wanted to help the aneurysm community so that’s what I have set out to do.
I started my blog as part of my own recovery, but also to help other survivors and to help educate others to understand what we go through, what risk factors to look for, and how to help the community. I wanted to do more though…so I wrote a few articles for some other publications. I’ll admit, that was exhilarating to me. I love to write and it helps my healing. There was still room for more.
This year, for the first time, I participated in Advocacy Day at the Capitol. I had planned to do it two years ago, but it was canceled because of the pandemic. I was scheduled to meet with members of Congress from my state to discuss support for Ellie’s Law and share my story about my aneurysm. I have shared my story so frequently that I thought it would be easy, and while it was easy, it was mentally exhausting. It sapped all of my energy. The event was both terrifying and the most fulfilling thing I have ever done. It made me feel more alive than I have in years. I realized, without question, that this is what I have been called to do.
I am already working on plans for smaller events locally to educate and raise awareness and I know it won’t be easy, but nothing worth it ever is. I was saved for a reason and on this anniversary, I am not going to question why I am alive. Today I am remembering that day I woke up from my coma and heard those words whispered in my ear as I sat alone in my hospital room…”Be still and know that I am God” and I am living with purpose and gratitude.
Be well, my friends. Go shine your light on this world.
