How did I Reenter in My Finished Soul?

The memories of the accident are still fresh in my mind, and it feels like it was yesterday when all this happened.

I was reborn on 12th December 2020 after being dead for a few seconds. My story is proof of the fact that life is unpredictable. There are too many twists and turns to stop expecting what will come next in our lives. It was indeed shocking, and I could not believe my ears when I was told I needed to be admitted to the hospital for one month and many months at bed rest.

To my dismay, the most important and supporting part of my wrist bone had fractured, and I could not do anything by myself other than just lying down. Spending the whole time in solitude and depression was the most dreaded years of my life.

I have faced many problems in my life, but this was just a next-level suffering of my life, which I had to deal.

The first thing that went wrong was my bike slipping down the road, which caused the tragedy.

It was 12th December, a humid day, and it was raining the previous day, so the roads were still wet and slippery.

I had some important tasks to complete, so my speedometer was at a moderate speed, going cautiously. There was a truck going slowly in front of me, and I was finding it difficult to overtake it. But I knew I was getting late and so decided to take the plunge. I looked in the rear mirror, and there were no vehicles from behind, so I considered it a perfect time to overtake.

Just as I was about to overtake, an overspeeding bike came in the opposite direction, almost knocking me off. While I managed to avert the mishap, the pothole and the rain ruined my life as my bike slipped frantically on the road and, due to the speed I possessed, I had a really serious injury.

The wearing off of a helmet didn’t cause damage to my head physically, but the thought of doing nothing but lying in bed for months and months had torn me emotionally and mentally.

I just spent hours and hours repeating in my mind what had happened on a dreadful day and feeling depressed all the time.

I didn’t know if I should thank God for saving my life or cry for completely pausing my life.

I was in a state of dilemma that I was not talking to anyone. The people around me could sense that something was off in me. I neither took my medicine on time nor ate my food because of the pain I was suffering inside me. No one could feel that pain other than me.

For a person who loves frequently traveling, exploring places, leading an interesting life, being completely bedridden, being only supported by others, even doing the most basic part of attending nature’s call can be simply unbelievable.

The first few days of my stay in the hospital were just spent in utter disbelief. I was speaking within myself as to what happened to me, why I was here, and why my body is not functioning like before.

It took at least two to three weeks for my mind to register what was going on and then came the trauma.

I did not even keep track of the time that I cried for everything to return to normalcy. How I wish I could ride my favorite bike back again, feeling the fresh air against my face.

I did not care what was happening with me for one month I stayed at the hospital. It was just as if I was counting days before my death. My face looked pale, and my body had grown weak due to a lack of food.

I have not spoken for over four weeks, and my mental condition was growing worse every day.

The nurses who came to feed me and assist me could not do anything but report it to the doctor. The doctor then sent in a psychologist to overlook my condition and, after a few attempts, finally concluded that spending time at the hospital for someone like me would be only more dreadful and painful and that I should be immediately shifted to home.

The necessary arrangements were made, and I was discharged from the hospital. After many days, for the first time, I saw sunlight, trees, grass, vehicles, and the children, and it calmed and soothed me down a bit. I was then helped to my home and settled into the bed in my room.

Though the conditions and atmosphere at home were a lot better than the hospital, it was the same routine of someone helping me out with my work and being in solitude. I had a dream of so many things, to achieve many things in my life.

Were they all going to vanish?

I thought about this repeatedly, and at a particular moment, a sudden idea hit me like a rock, and it was BLOGGING.

I planned to publish my story on the world’s largest stage, the internet, and retell my story of playing a life and death game and how I survived. There were already many blogging platforms to publish my story, and a proper part of the population was interested in blogs.

Finally, these thoughts rushing through my mind diverted my attention because I was injured and magically made all the pain vanish.

“I started posting about various things to gain traffic and then thought of publishing my story.”

It usually takes a good chunk of time before we get traffic, but it seems like in this case, I was lucky as I achieved the traffic I needed in one week itself. For this one week, I spent most of my time only on blogging and nothing else and have grown my skills regarding all kinds of blogs.

Finally, it was time to publish my story. I remembered all that happened to me from scratch and started typing it down. When I was writing it, I realized that I no longer felt like this was my story. I felt like an author writing a fictional story, but the irony is that I had faced a lot of pain, and that was not fictional.

People started appreciating my content, and I helped people realize how important life is. Many people commit suicide just because they are not able to face the problems in life.

I sent a strong message through my blogs that I should have committed suicide hundreds of times in these six months that I spent completely in bed if that was the case. My blogs indeed worked, and I always received positive comments from people cheering me on and thanking me for such great blogs.

One comment which would stand out is that “Our day is incomplete without your blog.”

All this love and admiration just pushed me to create more and more blogs every day, to create all kinds of blogs on various topics for a varied audience. Without my realization, I slipped from depression to a completely changed soul, thanks to the internet, which gave me such a wonderful opportunity.

I was even growing in social media followers and would always receive messages regarding overcoming problems. It gives me immense joy to solve the problems of others and to help them when they are needed because I never had anyone to help me other than myself.