The Not-So-Random Thoughts of a Healing Warrior

I like it, and I also find it a bit ironic that a person like me, who has lost his lung and constantly gets out of breath, has recently developed the habit of enjoying talking; the more engaging the subject and the person, the longer the talk. Moreover, it doesn’t bother me quite the opposite; it gives me energy and a positive boost. But to be fair, sometimes I can talk smoothly, and other times I describe it as a lousy connection where the sound cuts, comes and goes. Nevertheless, I’m planning that the next destination in my journey would be 'Life Coaching' to help others overcome challenges they might perceive as obstacles and limitations.  I had that desire and willingness to help others in me since a younger age, but without the knowledge or experiences, I possess today. So I want to use what I have acquired and share it with those who are willing and open to it. Because at the end of the day, it has to happen by choice, and the person has to be open-minded and ready to rec...

So recently, as I was lying awake in my bed and having a lovely online chat with my sister alongside my wife, the doorbell rang for the food we ordered. A few seconds after standing up and walking to the door, I got dizzy quickly and blacked out for seconds, I hit my head on the wall, but luckily my wife noticed and rushed to my rescue and prevented my fall. I wouldn't have given it much thought since I'm recovering post-op, losing weight, and taking medications, but this was not the first time. A few months back and before my latest surgery, it happened almost identically, minus my wife breaking my fall; that time, it was our living room wooden coffee table. Don't worry, the table is fine. My wife suggested that it could be POTS, which she was made aware of during her pregnancy. I had never heard of it, and it sounds funny until you know what it is, then it's not funny anymore.  What is it? POTS means Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. I know; I barely underst...

  I think that I talk the talk and walk the walk, that I practice what I preach when it comes to mental health and wellness, but on the flip side of that, there are moments of weakness that seem endless and hopeless—a time when I can't bring myself out of bed. I start to doubt myself and my strength. Is it even worth it? How can I be an active community member when I'm semi-paralyzed in bed? Having a fever of 39.3 doesn't help, but is it why I'm having these thoughts? It would be easy to blame it on the fever; it's a viable logical reason. Yet down inside, I know it's not why I'm giving up on myself and doubting everything. It may have triggered it, but I did all the messed-up thinking alone. It's hard to find the light deep in the dark, but that's only because you're looking in the wrong place. The light will come from within; only you can ignite it and let it shine. Easier said than done, I know. But take some comfort that it is possible and it...