I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago when I had decided not to work with a physical therapist in the country. ( that will be on a different post 😳)

Long story short, I am trying to re-regain the movement that the divine gifted me recently, but I want to believe that it happened for a good reason 🙄, still, it’s not okay to mislead survivors’ families 😏. Let me show you what I’m trying to re regain ☹️

I don’t want to sound ungrateful; nevertheless, I don’t want to be grateful for living a physically dependent life just because I skipped death; skipping death should be a blessing, not a punishment. I was living a pleasurable life, so I didn’t know what kind of sh£tshow has run in the healthcare system globally, and now I keep thinking what the point of passing this test is, yes, the rewards of the divine might be flawless, but I guess what is deeply flawed : human life regardless of how “modern” it is 😒

I patiently and gratefully watched the chaos in the world and around me, egoistic professionals and dishonest people coming into the life I had to live, physically dependent. As much as I don’t want to accept it, the financial theatre that the world has been experiencing for many years has affected my brother’s and mother’s well-being, not because they want more money. Still, they want me to receive more quality treatment frequently, so even though they are successful at hiding their problems, I can hear and feel their emotional stress 🤷🏼‍♂️.

Fyi, the divine, I feel happy when I am a completely independent healthy man 🧿🙏🏻 and this time …

Edit

All is well, quit whining. No one can take away what divine gifts are!