the past month was the biggest wakeup call i’ve ever had in my life ... and it sucks that sometimes something has to actually happen to you for you to realize just how irrelevant all the things we worry about are in the grand scheme of things. what I thought was food poisoning, out of nowhere turned into weeks of testing, biopsies, and hospital stays. and it’s really in those moments where you reconsider all the priorities you’ve had up until then and what actually matters. work loses all meaning, trips you’ve planned become so insignificant, and you realize the whole point of everything is who’s sitting next to your hospital bed for hours, rubbing your back when you’re throwing up, and reaching out to make sure you’re okay. luckily i’m on the right track for recovery and this isn’t something that’s going to affect me long term— but i saw a lot of people in the hospital who can’t say the same. i hope this doesn’t have to happen to any of you for you to realize but your health is never something you should take for granted. the fact that i can eat, use my hands and legs, go to sleep were things i never even took a moment to appreciate until i couldn’t. it’s so easy to schedule old posts and continue to make everything look okay but everything you see online is a highlight reel. the only life worth taking into real consideration is your own and the people who’ll be there for you when you can’t be there to take care of yourself. the worst days are over (i mean i fucking hope so) and i am so so lucky to be home and recovering ❤️‍🩹 take a moment to close your eyes and thank your body for all it’s doing for you in this moment!! that’s your home 🫂 (and istg if yall dont say masallah after every post from now on im coming for u 🧿🧿)