BELIEF SAVED ME #251

I have talked about this story a couple of times so if you are familiar with my post you must have probably come across it one way or another. There was a time in my life when I was often very sickly, I remember so well because it lasted most part of my childhood because my mum would often take me to the hospital. She was good at spotting my symptoms early and would attack them before they escalated. No one noticed because after a while the doctors finally found a prescription that could help me manage my health. I had to go for the treatment every three months, it wasn’t something I liked, but I later got used to it.

There was a time a nurse gave me the wrong prescription and it almost paralyzed me, thankfully the doctors were able to tackle it on time and my legs were saved. But after that experience I started to take my health really seriously even as a child and it saved me a great deal. But then I grew up and again became uncomfortable with the fact that I needed those meds to stay healthy. When I got into the higher institution one of the first things I decided to practice was staying healthy without those meds.

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I was inspired by my pastor who claimed he had not taken drugs for over 30 years, and I really wanted to live like that. So I stopped taking my meds and after about two months, I became so sick that I almost died because no one around knew I had any ailment but thankfully my parents were informed and my mum came to save the day again. I was disappointed but decided in my heart that I was going to try again. So after about 6 months when I was feeling perfectly okay, I decided to try again. It wasn’t up to one month this time and I fell sick again. This time it was worse but I decided to hide from everyone. I told myself if others could live healthy, so could I. It was not an easy decision, but I was ready to die rather than go back to taking those meds again.

That day I lay on my bed so weak in the cold, it was raining heavily and somehow I felt drawn to the rain. I decided to go to church under the rain and truth be told I wasn’t even having the strength to walk to the door. But I forced myself with every bit of strength I had left. I entered the rain, and by the time I got to church I was perfectly okay. It’s been over seven years now, and I have been living healthy. Although I came under the weather a few times, it wasn't like that. But after that experience my perspective about living healthy was strengthened. I do not go to the hospital when I feel discomfort, The hospital for me is often a last resort. This is why I watch what I eat, do exercises and try to understand the signs my body gives. After 5 years of staying without meds, I decided to go to the hospital to check myself and behold I was perfectly okay. And I still continue to belief that living healthy for me is very possible

THIS IS MY RESPONSE LADIES ON HIVE CONTEST #251