When are we healed?
When does recovery end after a traumatic illness or injury? This is my question for today. Are you considered healed after rehab? Are you finished when there can be no more physical improvement? Is it purely mental and your recovery is what you choose to make of it? Is recovery only complete after a genuine acceptance of the circumstances?
Normally I have very strong opinions on any topic thrown in my direction. This question has been bothering me for the last few weeks. I was speaking to an old friend from high school who had been diagnosed with a heart defect. He told me he had endured a transplant 3 years ago, but he was still struggling to come to terms with what had taken place in his life. Physically he’s healthy, his problems now are all psychological. Would you consider him to be healed?
It has been almost 8 years since my accident. I had thought that I had reached the point in my life where I had dealt with all there was to put it behind me. Now I question whether there is ever a point where we are completely healed. I have always tried to maintain a positive attitude towards my new life. I try to only see what I can do as opposed to what can’t be done. Let’s be honest, there will always be reminders of what we can no longer have and those moments will sting. Does that mean that we are still struggling with things? Is it possible to let it all go?
Was there a defining moment in your life that you felt meant you had reached a full recovery? I haven’t had a moment like that. Am I broken? I am still learning that I can do new things that I never thought would be possible. I can stand by balancing myself against the kitchen island. Am I confident enough to let go? NO! I can’t feel my legs and I never will again. I’m okay with that, but I still try to better myself and prove my doubts wrong. Does that mean I have not reached a point of acceptance with my limitations? Will this be a never ending journey in life? Life should be a journey. I’m not sure that this is something I want to continuously deal with until I die. I don’t mean the physical stuff, I am okay with living in a wheelchair. I am fortunate enough to be able to be completely independent of any outside help. I do find it interesting and disturbing that I never felt this way before about my “disability”. I suppose the real question is not when are we healed but if we are ever healed at all.