Recently I saw a post on social media that said something like “I apologize if I was ever the toxic person in your life, but I’m working on becoming a better version of myself” and it just hit me hard. Looking back at my life, I realize I was that toxic person. I wasn’t hurting the people around me, at least I don’t think so, I just had a lot of negative energy. I realize now, I was carrying the enormous weight of emotional trauma and insecurities from my youth that I wasn’t fully mature enough to process or manage. It had become a quagmire of pent up negativity that I often seemed to blame others for and let it dim my light. The funny thing was, I preached positivity and spoke often about the need for it and the importance of it, but I couldn’t muster it in my own psyche. My well was dry.
That post made me realize how much things have changed in the four years since my aneurysm has ruptured. My perspective on life has shifted. And, while, one would expect such a change to occur after a near death experience, I think it goes deeper than than that. I feel this glow from inside of me that wasn’t there before…or rather, it was, but it was clouded by a window covered in soot. The light couldn’t get out. In the past, I think my light gave up trying. I was stressed, tired, angry…life got in the way. I gave up. And I let that happen.
It’s no surprise that brain damage changes a personality. Sometimes it’s for the better, sometimes it’s for the worse. For me it has been this metamorphosis of balance and peace that I never thought possible. My mother used to always tell me that I was extremely high strung. I think her exact words were that I was “wrapped around the axle”. I have always been a Type-A personality and never been able to truly relax. I had no idea about that concept. I used to say that I never knew how to have fun. When we would go on vacation, I would have a folder with the itinerary of each day planned out. It wasn’t specific down to times, unless there were tours, but each day was scheduled. Now, everything is different. We went on vacation last year and my husband asked what we were doing one day and I said “whatever we wanted”. I’ve stopped planning my life and started living it.
It’s been no secret that I have had a lot of medical issues following my rupture. My challenges are significant at times. Better than a lot of survivors, worse than others. Life isn’t easy. It isn’t what I wanted. There are days I have temper tantrums. There are days I ask God why he saved my life. But when it truly comes down to it, I’m grateful for my aneurysm rupturing. Yep. You read that right. It doesn’t seem like something anyone with any sense would say. But here I am saying it (although some that know me may say I don’t have any sense, but that’s another story entirely). My reasoning is simple…I’m no longer that toxic person. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am still passionate about certain things…politics, sports, social justice issues. And I’m still going to get all fired up about those things, but I hope that my positivity outshines the negativity that I feel about the world sometimes.
I’ve learned to deal with the issues of the past and truly forgive, not just lip service, but true forgiveness. I’ve even learned to be a little easier on myself…not much, but a little. I look at the world realistically with the positivity of the future…with the beauty of each moment that exists right in that space in time. It may not be perfect, but it’s what we have and I promise you there is something beautiful right where you are standing.
So if I was ever that toxic person in your life, I apologize…I’m working on becoming a better version of myself…someone I like a lot better.
