But what really comforted me were all the bible verses and prayers that were posted on the wall beside my bed. I didn’t talk that much and the only One who I talk comfortably with was God. I’m just so used to talking to Him like how I talk with the people who are close to me. Since I don’t need to put much effort talking to Him and I won’t get tired. I don’t need to use any of my weak strength. All I had to do was think. Everything that I think about was passed on to Him so I don’t really keep everything to myself.
Holy Week 2006. I felt worse and worse and worse. I kept saying, “I’m going insane. I’m going insane.” I don’t understand what’s happening to me and to me, it really felt like going insane. That time, I just don’t understand. It was like an Angel versus Devil scenario in my mind. The one that we watch & read. The angel versus the devil. Yes, that was how it was. Crazy, right?
My mom kept reminding me to continue fighting and then placed a small silver crucifix on my hand and I never let go of it. I held it in my hand, in between my palm every time, any time and all the time.
My “I’m going insane. I’m going insane.” chant became “On Sunday. On Sunday.” I was looking forward to Easter Sunday. I was counting the days until Easter Sunday and I don’t know why, I just want it to be Easter Sunday already.
Easter Sunday finally arrived, nothing special happened to me. I still don’t know why I was excited for it to arrive. Still, I was happy. That’s all.
A very very very AMAZING thing happened the next day! I felt so good and while I was having my breakfast, I cheerfully told my mom that we’ll get better! “I will get better! You will get better!” and then my grandma came inside the house and I told her that she will get better too. With full of joy and excitement, I kept on saying “We will all get better!”
After a while, I told my mom, “Life must go on.” that I will give my best in everything. I can still do a lot of things despite my disabilities.
and He brought my dying spirit back to life!
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