When I was 4 years old, I was hit by a car. I have very little memory of that event. I do remember moments before the car hit me. I was crossing the street, trying to wave good-bye to my dad but he couldn't hear me. I remember waking up crying while an ER nurse was holding me; the trauma room was very cold. I remember waking up again but this time I couldn't see---both my eyes were wrapped-up tightly in gauze bandages. I could only listen to the TV. Sesame Street was on.
This is a self-portrait I did with crayons and watercolor. It was our first assignment in Brene Brown's Part 2 e-course. Not a lot of people know this but while growing up, I was self-conscious about by slightly crooked face (from the accident). If you look closely, I have two small stitches on both my cheeks. But that was so long ago. Today I feel so grateful for the scars on my face. It means I am ALIVE.
I remind myself everyday how lucky I am. To be able to breathe, to see colors, to hug my husband, to hear my son ask me, "Hi Mommy! I want to paint, please?"
Below is one of my favorite journal pages (look familiar?). My comfort list hasn't changed much :).
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