Nine days ago (after the green cast came off), I was shocked to see what lie underneath. My sweet wrist was so swollen and I felt fragile, vulnerable.
Also, it looked stuck in a weird position and that terrified me! Still, part of my disbelief, was finally seeing the injury that had been hidden away under splints and casts for along time now.
Seeing my exposed arm reminded me of the accident and that made sick, a mixture of nausea and my heart beating too fast.
Quickly, I realized it was time to deprogram and face my fears, because I choose to be healed.
The process began, by forcing myself to look at bathe, caress & pray over my new wrist, everyday.
Also, finally I had a good cathartic cry (when nobody was around).
Then I wrote down everything..... ALL of my thoughts and feelings.
Two days later like magic, I began to feel stronger inside and out. My wrist became less swollen and it started looking more like it belonged to me. I hit the darkest point, only to realize that the dawn was waiting for me the whole time!
It's a strange feeling because, yes, it is still my left wrist, but in a curious way it is not.
This wrist is different, a new creation, unique from my old one.
Each day I feel stronger and have more courage to remove the splint at home.
Without the cast I can feel my hand starting to come alive, again.
I'm taking lessons in being patient, (not my specialty).
It is still stuck in one position and slightly swollen, but I can wiggle my fingers!!
I give thanks that it was my wrist that took the hit and not my neck.
It's going to take time.
Healing is a process and a beautiful miracle.
I embrace and am motivated to do what it takes to become whole,
Because........
I'm such a such a big fan of hands !
Thank you for listening.
xox
Constance