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Ju was physically abused as a child. She lived with a mother who was diagnosed with postpartum depression and a father who was abusive to his wife.
Her parents divorced and left six of them with her mother. She left school at 15 and went to work waiting tables to help her mother feed them all.
At 18, she met and fell in love and was married soon after. Then she found out that her husband drank too much, slept around with other women, was abusive, and took drugs.
She was divorced at age 20 with two children. Her husband took their son away and handed him to his friend. He was sent to jail for an offense with the law.
Her husband's friend did not want to hand the boy over to her and demanded money in exchange. The child had scars on his chest due to burns from cigarette butts. That was what he got for crying out for food.
She finally managed to get her son back. She left her children in her mother's care while she left to find a job.
At 28, she had an accident. Her dress caught fire, and she suffered second-degree burns.
With that, her self-esteem and self-confidence plummeted. She was depressed, attempted suicide several times, and received psychiatric treatment.
After a major surgery and lots of counseling and support from relatives and friends, she started her life all over again, even with one partially deformed hand and fingers.
Her anxiety was ever-present, making it tougher to find a job. She felt like a disabled person.
The one thing that kept her going despite her misfortunes was her will to be able to feed herself and send money for her children. She did not want to ask for financial support.
At 38, she was diagnosed with cervical cancer. It was a significant blow to her, leading to another episode of depression.
"Why me?" was the question she repeatedly asked. Of course, when she asked that question, she received all the wrong answers. She felt more depressed, blaming her father, her mother, and everyone for her sufferings. Worst of all, she blamed herself.
She agreed to undergo treatments, including chemotherapy and cesium, because she did not want to endure the pain.
During this time, she took the opportunity to introspect. She thought that she might not live long enough, so she decided to reconnect with her children. It was not easy, especially with her son who had gone through his own childhood trauma.
She turned to her family for moral support and turned to God.
Now, eight years later, she is still alive. Waking up and being able to breathe for another day is a gift for her.
She has two grandchildren whom she adores and who bring her much joy. She takes on some jobs when her health permits and rests when she needs it.
Her question has changed. She now asks herself what she could do to get more out of what is left.
Things happen to all of us. Life does not play favorites. Everyone has a story to tell.
It is how we handle it that matters. We do not have to wait until a major catastrophe interrupts us to think about what we should do with our lives.
It is up to us to make or break ourselves. No one can tell our brain and mind what to do. No one can tell us what to think or what to put inside our head.
We have the power to think what we want. We can choose to forget past hurts or to dwell on them.
We can decide, plan, and take action on what we want to have, do, or be. At least when the universe intervenes, we know that we have done our best.
Best regards
From India, Delhi
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12Read this:
Ju was physically abused as a child. She lived with a mother who was diagnosed with postpartum depression and a father who was abusive to his wife.
Her parents divorced and left six of them with her mother. She left school at 15 and went to work waiting tables to help her mother feed them all.
At 18, she met and fell in love and was married soon after. Then she found out that her husband drank too much, slept around with other women, was abusive, and took drugs.
She was divorced at age 20 with two children. Her husband took their son away and handed him to his friend. He was sent to jail for an offense with the law.
Her husband's friend did not want to hand the boy over to her and demanded money in exchange. The child had scars on his chest due to burns from cigarette butts. That was what he got for crying out for food.
She finally managed to get her son back. She left her children in her mother's care while she left to find a job.
At 28, she had an accident. Her dress caught fire, and she suffered second-degree burns.
With that, her self-esteem and self-confidence plummeted. She was depressed, attempted suicide several times, and received psychiatric treatment.
After a major surgery and lots of counseling and support from relatives and friends, she started her life all over again, even with one partially deformed hand and fingers.
Her anxiety was ever-present, making it tougher to find a job. She felt like a disabled person.
The one thing that kept her going despite her misfortunes was her will to be able to feed herself and send money for her children. She did not want to ask for financial support.
At 38, she was diagnosed with cervical cancer. It was a significant blow to her, leading to another episode of depression.
"Why me?" was the question she repeatedly asked. Of course, when she asked that question, she received all the wrong answers. She felt more depressed, blaming her father, her mother, and everyone for her sufferings. Worst of all, she blamed herself.
She agreed to undergo treatments, including chemotherapy and cesium, because she did not want to endure the pain.
During this time, she took the opportunity to introspect. She thought that she might not live long enough, so she decided to reconnect with her children. It was not easy, especially with her son who had gone through his own childhood trauma.
She turned to her family for moral support and turned to God.
Now, eight years later, she is still alive. Waking up and being able to breathe for another day is a gift for her.
She has two grandchildren whom she adores and who bring her much joy. She takes on some jobs when her health permits and rests when she needs it.
Her question has changed. She now asks herself what she could do to get more out of what is left.
Things happen to all of us. Life does not play favorites. Everyone has a story to tell.
It is how we handle it that matters. We do not have to wait until a major catastrophe interrupts us to think about what we should do with our lives.
It is up to us to make or break ourselves. No one can tell our brain and mind what to do. No one can tell us what to think or what to put inside our head.
We have the power to think what we want. We can choose to forget past hurts or to dwell on them.
We can decide, plan, and take action on what we want to have, do, or be. At least when the universe intervenes, we know that we have done our best.
Best regards
From India, Delhi
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Huh Deepali, life is tough. Very touching piece. Yes, everybody has a story to tell. It does hurt many a times, but we have to carry on. bala
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