CP

Don't let it destroy you. Let it empower you.

2:03 AM

Who knows me knows I'm a writer. 
I started writing original stories when I was 12..so it's gonna be 10 years soon..ahhh.
I've been thinking about why I started writing about Liz (aka my protagonist. She's a pediatric benign hematologist who  trained in Boston and moved back home to Southern California after her husband passed. She has 3 kids. In the past she has suffered from depression and anxiety and one of her biggest passion and commitments is to advocate for children's mental health).
I've come to the conclusion that I did that to deal with feelings of loneliness and self loathing that started haunting me when I was in junior high.
The other kids were mean to me. 
They treated me like a burden and a bother because of my CP. 
I was always on my own and would make people copy my homework to earn their love.
As the time went by,I got more and more convinced I was someone worth hating. That there was something inside me that pushed people away.
I started hating myself. 
So I thought I would create a better version of myself. 
Someone who represented everything I wanted to become and more.
That's who Liz is.  
To my dismay when I am stressed or down I get angry at myself because I am not "her" yet. 
When I find myself slipping into this stupid self pity  thing,I try to stop and think rationally. 
Here is what I try to tell myself.
- I cannot be the adult super cool version of her yet.
I'm 22.
-She struggled too. I write openly about both her struggles and my own,in order to deal with them.
Struggling is normal.
-Not even her(aka the person I wanna become) is always perfect or beautiful or always has everything together.
So why the heck should I be?
-I created her starting from a mix of who I was and who I want to become. 
I am not exactly her yet. That's okay.
Strive for progress,not perfection.
Cherish every little accomplishment,every little tiny baby step.
One way or another..it will be worth it.
.
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Now I wanna tell you something. Whether you are a writer or  just someone with big goals and dreams,whether you are a pre med,a doctor,a pre law student,an athlete..a person with a big project for his or her life..listen up.
If you too have an "Elizabeth" (aka the future version of yourself you're striving to become. I gave her a name because I happen to like writing. Yours might not have a name,or might just be called like you..it's you after all!) in your life,that's okay. 
That's great.
It helps to have precise goals for your life. 
But please..never get angry at yourself because you're not that person yet.
Please never hate yourself because you're not there yet.
Please let that person empower you. 

Don't let it destroy you.



CP

Don't give up!

11:13 AM

Dear Depressed Em,
Clear your mind of "I can't do this,this and this because of this,this and this".
Doctors thought you would die and you didn't. You fought and won your first battle with only a little bruise as a reminder. You're gonna have to live with this "bruise" that is CP for the rest of your life..but hey,you two are starting to get along,right?
You thought you wouldn't survive high school because the course you chose was "hard" and "too difficult" and you "weren't smart enough" for it. Remember how many sleepless nights you had,during the summer before freshman year? Remember how much you cried in a pillow at night..because you were scared?
It was hard,yes. But you gave it all you had and in the end you graduated top of your class and won a scholarship.
You won one of the 2 scholarships available for your entire school district. YOU did it.
The same person who cried and cried in a pillow because she was so so scared of not making it through high school. Because she thought she wasn't smart enough for it. 
You applied to med school because it has always been your dream..and because you can't see yourself as anything else but a doctor,after all.
Then..you didn't get in for a variety of reasons..and life started not to go "according to plan". You cried for 3 days straight,remember? But then you got up and kept studying because you had to graduate.
Then..a mean person you trusted because you looked up to her told you becoming a doctor "wasn't realistic" for you. 
And that was the final straw. 
You didn't want to get out of bed when you were on study leave and supposed to review for your exams. You studied only because you had to help your friends..and to this day,you're so grateful to them..and 75% of your grade and scholarship should actually go to them.
You started biotech..at the beginning you were so excited about it and planned to get out of there and reapply to med school ASAP. But then..you started doubting yourself..more than you'd ever done before.You hated biotech..and still do.. self doubt ate you alive and paralysed you more than CP ever did. 
It still does. And..the "I can't,I can't I can't" returned..stronger than ever.
You tried to hate medicine because a part of you(or depression) was like "a doctor? You? Come on,are you kidding? You are..you. You...have CP,you are not smart. Everyone around you..they don't think you can do it..they think you're crazy" . But you failed. Your love for medicine got even stronger but at the same time..your depression got stronger as well. Some days it's so hard. Some days you don't care..you don't wanna get out of bed,you believe nothing is worth it,you believe your life is a waste and you just want to sleep forever. It's horrible.
But..guess what? Depression hasn't won yet. You are fighting. The old,determined you..is still in there. You lost 13 kg and walked for 8 km. You passed all your exams last semester. You wore shorts and a tank top and actually felt good in them. You learned to walk in flip flops. You got A on your human physiology exam.
Tiny things,yes. But things that you didn't think you could do this time last year.
You are fighting and you are working towards your huge goals list..even though you always feel like you never do enough and comparison is always there,lurking. 
"No matter how slowly you go,as long as you don't stop" they say.
 Keep going. Rest if you must..but don't give up. Take your time.

Have faith. Stay positive. Don't quit..you're gonna regret it. 

Don't give up...and one by one,you're gonna turn your "I can't"s into "I can"s. 

With love,
The Best Version of You.

.

CP

My CP and I

7:40 AM



As many of you know,I have CP. I was diagnosed with it when I was 2. I learned how to walk when I was 4.
Almost 1 year ago my cousin got me an awesome walker and thanks to it,my CP doesn't bother me that much anymore.
I no longer need people to hold my hand when I walk but I'm still scared of going out of the house alone because  of sidewalks and steps and other barriers that I have to learn how to deal with.
My CP and I are getting along now,kind of.
I learned that I've been lucky because there are so many more severe kinds of it.
Pediatrics is one of my favorite specialties..and a part of me would love to become a pediatric neurologist..to treat kids who have CP like I do.
Sometimes I'm angry at my CP.
I'm angry at it because I can't do the same things other people do. I can't run fast.
I can stand up with no support for a long period of time without having my legs turning into jelly. A month ago I was trying to mop the floor and I had to stop because my legs were shaking and hurting.
I felt so useless...I cried.
 I want to learn how to be independent,how to do the cleaning and the cooking and..just how to take care of myself and to help my mum in the process as well.
I'm doing it. Both yesterday and today I cooked part of lunch.
 I can make my own breakfast and sometimes I make dinner.
But sometimes my CP still gets in the way. I still get tired if I stand up for a lot of time.
I still can't carry a cup of coffee from a corner to the room to the other without holding onto things for support.
I can't get into an elevator alone because my walker gets stuck in the way and if the elevator doesn't work I can't do the stairs.
I can't go to the library alone because the access to it and my walker don't get along and because people stare me like I were an alien.
I can't take food from the canteen because I can't carry a tray of food by myself and I don't want to bother other people.
I can't walk in the sand..I'll fall.
I can't stop feeling like a burden to anyone..nor thanking anyone profusely for hours just because they're kind to me..just because they keep me company or help me with the slightest thing.
I can't stop dreading the fact that I'll be left alone once again..even though now I have a few good friends for whom I'd do anything.
I lost the only thing I was good at..school.
Now I'm not really sure I want/can go to Med School anymore.
I love medicine..it's one of my biggest passions. I'm just struggling here and..oh gosh all of this is exhausting.
A part of me want to fly to the UK,finally meet some friends and have a break.
A part of me dreads every bit of the idea...traveling alone,not being able to pay for my trip myself.
I feel selfish and stupid..there are so many amazing people out there.
And then there's me.

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