As I woke up this morning it was on my heart, that yes, I do need to be here for others going through suffering, going through hard times of life, going through hardness. Since my surgery happened almost 11 months ago, and I feel in no where near my old self, and not all recovered yet. I have felt so afraid by so many things, so afraid of people. I have been treated in a lot of really sad and messed up ways. Pre surgery I was able to handle being uncared for as a sick person, I could handle being gossiped about, I could handle being uncared for. I could even handle constantly compare themselves to me when they as how I’m doing.
Since this last major brain surgery, I am unable to handle those things. It was a severe traumatic experience. Everything that I just wrote about people have still been treating me in this way, Even when I could barely walk, could barely talk, was blind in both eyes (now just a quarter of both eyes), had a brain swollen for so many months, and I couldn’t do anything right. Yet, I was treated in those same ways. It’s mind blowing for me. People would look to themselves about what they wanted from me, when I physically and mentally couldn’t do anything. Could you imagine the pain and fear that caused me?
When people have opened up from me over the years about their health, from ALL over the world (crazy). I don’t just bring up my pain, I truly care for them and can only imagine what it’s like for them to have to go through that situation. I know what it’s like for them to tell me they feel alone…which is the majority of people I know or random people from social media opening up to me. People that know them aren’t even there for them. They feel so uncared for and unloved. They feel so judged.
To say that I haven’t judged anyone would be highly wrong. I know I have over the years. I know how a lot of it has had to do with me being a sick person and seeing things differently, so quick of me to judge, quick of me to want people to be “right”. Still growing in that, and I think we all will for the rest of our lives.
The extreme judgement after this crazy experience has been so hard on me. So quick to judge that I’m already healed, quick to judge that Rous and I are already thinking of having kids, quick to judge that I’m a b word with relationships, when people don’t even know the relationships. It’s been so hurtful to me and so heavy. So ready to stop this blog, ready to stop my work on Instagram. Ready to stop everything and hide so I’m not judged in the way I’m seen.
Talked to my Mom last night because I was about to have moment of reaching my threshold that really makes me a different person. She had said that even if I wasn’t as open as I am, to be there to those who suffer and to be there for those who want to learn. I would still be judged. Even if I didn’t own a phone and computer I would still be judged. The teaching we listened to today had me crying the whole time. The Lord has given us ALL a purpose and He has specific things for us. Since feeling so judged and hurt I’ve wanted to throw away every social media. But I know, I know that I have a clear purpose for these 16 years of suffering. I’ve learned SO much of how to be there for those suffering and I want so deeply for others to be there for those going through crazy hard times. I can’t just give it all up because I feel hurt and uncared for and judged. No, I just have to turn my cheek and pray to God. Give each post to the glory of God, and hopes that other humans understand how not to be there to others in the midst of suffering.
One of the things that I wish I would’ve felt encouraged by was the business I have on Instagram. I’m able to work with so many brands, meet so many people, and be able to work with areas I’m good at. Photography, editing and social media. I have felt like people thing I’m just a girl so into myself. Which I get where you could go with that. But no, I make money. While I”m at home laying flat literally, the majority of all my days. If as a christian you think I shouldn’t be posting photos of myself to make money while working at home, what do you think? Do you understand how that could hurt coming to someone who’s ill? I have a passion for editing and creating content for business, it’s SO healthy for me to be able to work in a way that I”m good at and love. If you think I’m super into myself and want to feel pretty…ha, you don’t know me. I’ve talked very specifically to the people I respect about this subject. I’ve met and reached to so many people, a lot who aren’t even saved. Who see me on social media as somebody different, but they relate because they have a job with companies like I do. Hopefully this will be my last time even talking about this. If you think I’m all healed and better because I post photos of myself, nope. I do it when able for brands to pay me, and then work on editing when I’m unable to go walk around.
I know many others who “look” normal, and are talked like they are fine and healthy because they look fine. No, we’re not. Just because we look fine, in no way means we feel good and are healthy people. I feel for every single one who’s talked to me about this or who’s reading this and gets it. If you saw me at home when I feel so sick, maybe you would stop assuming and judging. For all the sick people I speak this.
For the extreme few people who I have felt so cared for and loved during this traumatic affection of my life, wow I thank you more than could ever be expressed. To my neurologist who has to email me back constantly saying, I’m STILL recovering from this brain surgery, I thank you. Making me feel like one day I’ll be better, one day it all won’t be this hard. But, that’s up to the Lord. Whether I’m sick on this earth, God’s the one with a purpose or whether I’m healed and feel what life is really like not sick one day, then I would so highly praise God and give it all to Him. ♥
I love taking photos of the ocean.
New Youtube Video! Please Watch!
After having this video for over a week now, I’m finally going to share! The story of my life has been hard, sad, confusing, questioning, sorrowful, trusting, hopeful, passionate and desperate. I know there is a reason for EVERYTHING in our lives, and I’m so hopeful to be there. Opening up on my first video (link in bio) about my life journey, and already working on the second now! I would LOVE to get to know you, love to answer your questions, love to be there for those suffering! Those who can relate to what to say I SO want to hear it! So much love ❤️❤️
My fingers shake and tears stream down my eyes as I begin to type. It’ll be 3 months and 14 days since my brain surgery. I check it everyday. I don’t even know if I have the words to express what happened or what is still going on.
It was hard on my before surgery. Knowing I was going to go through and have my left skull open, instead of my last laser one (crazy painful/hard). I knew it would be hard. Drs knew it would be the most painful one, but none of us thought of what was about to happen.
I only remember “flashes” from the last 3 months. A main part of that is yes, my short term memory. My hippocampus (which controls short term memory). Waking up in the hospital and in pain you will not understand (almost the majority reading, I feel no need being dramatic). They had shaved my hair, cut open my skull, cut my jaw cord, so they could open my mouth on that side much wider. They took out a good chunk of brain.
I remember trying to say words of pain meds. I couldn’t talk right. When I’d open my eyes there was people walking all on the right, animals jumping, lights squealing by in every different color. I’d look at people and have no clue what that person looked like. I could understand the voices I know, but I couldn’t see them. When I looked at people, half of their face was gone. My brain/eyes lost the ability to see the right side on everything. It filled in the missing vision with all the actions floating in that “black out” side for me.
People would talk, and for months I’d say, “what? I don’t get it”. The ability for my brain to hear multiple words in a row was too hard on me to understand. I need few, and very slow. I “stuttered” often, but it was more so me trying to say a word that should come out of my mouth, but it wouldn’t. My mind couldn’t find them. I had to rewire (still working on it) to find words to be able to say.
I had lost all form of emotions. My brain, my body, my heart couldn’t feel them. I felt like a robot who didn’t know how to take care of what I was doing. I felt nothing. What was touched in my brain is of course the side of emotions. It was incredibly hard to understand how to deal with things being said, or even deal with the fact that I wasn’t all better each week. It was a couple months before I felt an actual “love” feeling. Unless you’ve truly been through this there is no way to describe the ability not to even know what it is. It was impacting me so severely. I didn’t know how to do life. Over and over again, everyday, doing the same things. Not talking right, unable to see, can’t read, have lost the majority of names I’ve known even my whole life (I’m learning names of people back slowly), couldn’t remember what happened after each day (I’ve learned to write down days and events), thought my brain wasn’t done right, I couldn’t talk long, it would completely tire my whole body to the ground.
As I type these I still cry. It’s all extremely hard to deal with, but I’m now working on it all slowly. It was very hard the many people who would send words to me, thinking they understand what will help, bible verses, youtube videos, advice on life, relating things they’ve been through. It was beyond hard on me to take in. I full on know people just do not get this at all. Very few people. There is only one man I talked to about all of these, and actually got it because he’s done the SAME thing! I will write about what people shouldn’t do for those truly suffering. I know they wanted to help. It wrecked me though. I’ve learned from years of intense suffering what not to do to those hurting.
I take a big deep breath as I write this. I need to take one day at a time. My ability to handle things i not like normal. They said it was an incredibly traumatic event that happens. It’s good for me to take everything slow, not push myself, not let people come at me, not think I’m going to be all healed in a week. My amazing neurologist said after this surgery it will be up to a year recovery. So I need to just understand that and go slow in life. I’m trying, it’s just all hard on me. Hard to handle.
There is so much for for me to say of what has happened and what is still going on. I need healing in even the strong surgery that just happened. Not just the pain. When people see me don’t think I’m all “normal Hannah” because I’ve now started wearing makeup, putting on normal clothes and seeing me laugh. Each day is different.
My heart goes to those with long term sicknesses. I cry often over it. It’s not like normal things everyone wants to compare their lives with.
I will tell you this. I couldn’t feel anything in me. I couldn’t feel Jesus with me, I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t even think words in my mind, and could barely speak out loud. That was beyond hard in not able to go after my Savior. I know more than anything Jesus was with me. I know more than anything He truly cared and was saddened by what I just went through. Once I was able to start “feeling” Christ, praying word at a time to Him tears of “feeling” God. I don’t know how to explain it or truly have you understand it unless you’ve ever had a brain surgery this intense. I told my speech therapist at one time that Jesus has been with me more than anyone my whole life, especially coming from the 12 year old girl who got sick. If I had not none Jesus Christ, and felt is actual presence with me during all these sorrowful years of sickness and intense hospital seasons. I don’t know where I’d be.
Jesus has me here now. There is/must be a reason. Faith as small as a mustard seed will move mountains. I’m hoping for strong faith in Jesus.
My whole left side, especially my head was swollen for over a month. I have no memory of this picture or it being light in that room at all. Thank goodness for the care in Phoenix♥
Letting you know, I can’t use all words right still. I sound “weird” sometimes. My brain is still working to sound right and understand what comes out of my mouth ❤️