By now you were supposed to have read a couple posts on BATP and seen a bunch of Instagrams and sloppy snaps, including:
The inspiration post: Full of cheeseball quotes announcing at the end how I am officially chasing my dreams to be an author and doing some freelance PR and marketing communications on the side. #teambook
The new kitty post: aka how I spontaneously took stray to bae and wtf was I thinking, consisting of a bunch of googled tips/tricks for new cat owners… mostly for myself which still may come at a later date bc seriously can he stop biting me. thanks.
The Vegas post: I had all the hashtags picked out as we embarked on my little sister’s 21st: #LegalizeNaina #Baegas #SheThinksShesCoolNow #S-Monayyy; however, things changed mega fast hour 1 into the trip.
And that’s how we get here: the post about how I ordered White Castle and then woke up in the ICU in Nevada with a concussion and a brain hemorrhage… what the literal f**k.
Life has never been scarier, more unplanned, foggier and sad. In fact, a lot more sadness than imagined just trying to find the answers to the big questions of why it all happened, why me, why now and how answerless it all remains.
Some say it was caused by dehydration which in case you better believe I am carrying a water bottle with me at all times here forward. Others say it was stress induced in between moving apartments, shifting careers, etc. Then the believers say it could have been worse and to count my blessings that you know… I didn’t die at White Castle. That would definitely have been a story untold for a said author.
Of course for that reason alone I’m beyond thankful. I’m thankful that the recovery has been as speedy and swift as it has been. I’m thankful for the people who have been in my corner, the uplifting texts and endless support from friends, family, colleagues. It’s been the healing vibes, laughter and positivity I so needed. So sure, I haven’t been myself of late and there are a lot of changes to endure but I also haven’t been thinking about it too hard… the never-ending headache of life really prevents it and maybe that’s ok.
Life is ok. Even though life can be a mega hardcore bia who will slap you around just because. Such as life is, it only makes you stronger. And as we know this story only ends with more to come.