Don't wait until your dead
Its 1:14am ....and I am up writing..... through everything writing is the only thing that has seemed to make sense in my life no matter what I experience. I used to be a private person until i developed the gift to write. And now I am still a private person who loves to tell my story. As I reflect on the last few days of my life, I can't help but to think that everything we go through is worth talking (or writing) about. Lol. We as individuals go through so much and experience things that can potentially help someone else. I have always lived a life that I believed would inspire others. But now I wonder is it enough???!! Am I doing enough? Am I giving enough? Am I living life to the fullest? I question myself today because just a few days ago I came close to death and it never crossed my mind before. Am I wasting my time on earth? ..... so let me tell you a recent story....
So today life for me is different. I am alive, I am healthy, and I am now a mother. These three things may seem trivial to some but to me it means everything. Today, as a I hold my daughter and breathe in life, I recall how just a few weeks ago I was close to death. Many people may not know what a women endures to bear children or give life and as I welcomed my first born I had no idea what this sacrifice really meant. As I was giving birth to my daughter I almost died from losing too much blood during labor. As I laid on the hospital bed gripping tightly to my life I couldn't help but to think who will raise my daughter if i didn't make it out alive. My health started dwindling and I was helpless to was happening to me. I knew If the nurses didn't do something quick that I wouldn't wake up from the unconsciousness that was taking over my body. I fought so hard to keep my eyes open, praying unceasingly to stay alive. Nothing fam explain the feeling of not knowing whether I was going to die. I didn't want to die, ....and I refused to die. I just gave birth to the most beautiful little girl and I wanted to know who she will become. As the seconds passed it seemed like I was getting closer and closer to death. I wasn't scared but I was determined to stay alive and not because I wanted to keep living and do more on earth but because now I wasnt living for myself, I was fighting for my daughter. I wanted to her to know her mother, I wanted to know that she was raised right. I wasn't living for me anymore and I believe that's what kept me alive..... my birthing story is very long and maybe one day I will write it in detail, ..but today I am just grateful to be alive. This one experience has made such an impact on how I view life and every time I look at my daughter I am reminded how precious life is. I pray today that all women ( and men lol) are reminded that their story is worth telling.
So often we take life for granted, until we are faced with gruesome events. No one ever knows what you go through until you tell your story. You never know how much you can impact someone's life until you're dead. So I encourage you accomplish everything you can before it's too late because you never know when it will be too late. Tell your story. Don't worry about how others will view you or if its supposed to make sense. Life is too short for perfection.
P.s. don't wait until your dead
-QueenPoetLove
So today life for me is different. I am alive, I am healthy, and I am now a mother. These three things may seem trivial to some but to me it means everything. Today, as a I hold my daughter and breathe in life, I recall how just a few weeks ago I was close to death. Many people may not know what a women endures to bear children or give life and as I welcomed my first born I had no idea what this sacrifice really meant. As I was giving birth to my daughter I almost died from losing too much blood during labor. As I laid on the hospital bed gripping tightly to my life I couldn't help but to think who will raise my daughter if i didn't make it out alive. My health started dwindling and I was helpless to was happening to me. I knew If the nurses didn't do something quick that I wouldn't wake up from the unconsciousness that was taking over my body. I fought so hard to keep my eyes open, praying unceasingly to stay alive. Nothing fam explain the feeling of not knowing whether I was going to die. I didn't want to die, ....and I refused to die. I just gave birth to the most beautiful little girl and I wanted to know who she will become. As the seconds passed it seemed like I was getting closer and closer to death. I wasn't scared but I was determined to stay alive and not because I wanted to keep living and do more on earth but because now I wasnt living for myself, I was fighting for my daughter. I wanted to her to know her mother, I wanted to know that she was raised right. I wasn't living for me anymore and I believe that's what kept me alive..... my birthing story is very long and maybe one day I will write it in detail, ..but today I am just grateful to be alive. This one experience has made such an impact on how I view life and every time I look at my daughter I am reminded how precious life is. I pray today that all women ( and men lol) are reminded that their story is worth telling.
So often we take life for granted, until we are faced with gruesome events. No one ever knows what you go through until you tell your story. You never know how much you can impact someone's life until you're dead. So I encourage you accomplish everything you can before it's too late because you never know when it will be too late. Tell your story. Don't worry about how others will view you or if its supposed to make sense. Life is too short for perfection.
P.s. don't wait until your dead
-QueenPoetLove
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