After meeting my mom and younger sibling, I’ve felt a little better. Their voices, touches, and gazes reawakened forgotten emotions within me. My mom’s warm hand brought back memories of her caressing me as a child, and my sibling’s playful smile made me feel the bond of brotherhood once more. Since being hospitalized, I’ve been meeting many people. Sometimes, people call, and they even visit the hospital in person. Faces I couldn’t remember before now feel vaguely familiar. As I talk with them, memories I’d forgotten, and things I’d never even thought of, resurface one by one. It’s like fitting together puzzle pieces; a blurry picture is slowly becoming complete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The way people live their lives felt strange. They lived their own lives, each with their own worries and joys. “Ah, I used to live like that too,” I thought to myself. I listen to their stories, deduce my past, and imagine what kind of person I used to be. People came and went a lot, but back then, I had no thoughts. In those days when my consciousness wasn’t complete, they simply passed by like faint shadows. Only now do their presences begin to feel meaningful to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Among them, my mom<\/strong> keeps coming to mind. Mom often cries when she sees me. It seems she cries out of sadness, or joy, or just… because she sees me. Those tears hold countless emotions I can’t understand. Mom tells me I’m “beautiful.” My mom’s voice, calling her son with graying hair “beautiful,” resonates in my heart. She keeps saying, “It’s a relief, you’re beautiful.” I’m grateful for those words, and my heart feels warm, but at the same time, I still don’t fully understand what’s happening. My mom’s tears make me sad, but they also give me a sense of relief that I’m alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the hospital, I learn new things every day. Everything is unfamiliar and new to me. One therapist helps my legs, another my back, and yet another my head. I don’t really know why I have to do all this, but I diligently follow instructions. I’m learning everything from the smallest tasks. I’m learning how to walk, how to play rock-paper-scissors, things even children do easily, I’m learning from scratch. Sometimes my pride is hurt, and sometimes I feel frustrated. I can’t believe I was ever this ignorant and incapable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes, I don’t understand. “Is this the real world?” I wonder. The world I knew wasn’t like this; everything feels turned upside down. My mom keeps crying when she sees me, and then she’s happy. Her expressions make my heart feel complicated. I feel happy, sad, and sorry all at once. My mom’s devoted love is a great source of strength for me, but at the same time, guilt washes over me when I think of the pain I’ve caused them. And I start remembering things too. Things I used to do, unfinished business, how I can earn money again, how I’ll live in the future… These thoughts surface in fragments. Even in incomplete memory, responsibility and worry for the future cling to me. Like a ship adrift, searching for a lost compass, I am drifting on a confused sea. But what’s clear is that these fragmented memories are connecting me to my past self and giving me the strength to move towards the future. I am slowly finding myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After meeting my mom and younger sibling, I’ve felt a little better. Their voices, touches, and gazes reawakened forgotten emotions within me. My mom’s warm hand brought back memories of her caressing me as a child, and my sibling’s playful smile made me feel the bond of brotherhood once more. Since being hospitalized, I’ve been … \ub354 \uc77d\uae30<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[15,22,18,16,19,23,21,20,24,17],"class_list":["post-43","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-chapter","tag-aphasia","tag-brain-damage","tag-cerebrovascular-disease","tag-hemorrhage","tag-infarct","tag-ischemic","tag-language-disorders","tag-lesion","tag-recovery","tag-storke"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=43"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":313,"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43\/revisions\/313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=43"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=43"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ownslp.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=43"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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