A quick recap 😳

The answer is definitely yes, and I also think that people seem to abuse that reality obnoxiously 😟.

My experiment results are like this:🤭

• Let’s start from the beginning: the doctors suggested that my supposedly best chance of survival was vegetative life in 2018, and I think that was a very difficult life test for my family because they could make the wrong decision by panicking and desperation; nevertheless, my mother is a believer in Allah, and she knows that life can only be taken away by Allah, not anyone else! My father, on the other hand, chose to trust the doctors and left me to die on the spot 😳😒. Everything happened for a greater reason there: after living a rehabilitation life for a while, I said to myself that there’s no way we could pull this recovery off if my biological father were living with us 😌, neurological recoveries require people to show compassion, commitment, patience, loyalty and love and I have witnessed the divine intervention separating the people who were lacking those skills from my life. Was it easy? Fk no, but I got over it easily because I was aware of that 🤯. My mother and brother, who are even more compassionate than I am, were trying hard to keep the fact that my friends and ex-gf were reluctant to visit me a secret. I made sure I was aware of the situation, and I didn’t care because I was fighting for my life and in no position to be sad about such petty stuff. There is a reason 😎!
• I’m certain that neurological physical therapy is prone to miracles when it’s done properly and with love; however, the Turkish government officially recognises therapists as freelancers, thus poking the evils in their citizens’ minds, so the therapists do their jobs pretending they invented the physiotherapy🥴. I was living in victim psychology for the first four years of my recovery, so I was doing therapy whilst despising everything 😶. One of my lucks is my personality, driving force in life: attention to detail, and when the details become my body, I had to fire many therapists on the first day. I haven’t worked with a therapist in the city for ~2.5 years because there aren’t any. That has turned out to be a good reason after all, even though I’m searching for a robotics rehabilitation centre since humans aren’t applicable in my case 🤣.

To be gladly continued …

Everything happens for a reason, and this isn’t a manifestation situation but the dynamics of existence ♥️.

Do good, be good, and receive good “reasons “!

Ps My lovely brother thinks I’m redundantly good, and he has always thought I am being naive about all 😳. Lil bro, there’s no such thing as redundancy in rational goodness 😉