Writing as a Cathartic Healing…

Today, while arranging the paraphernalia that makes my home a “home”, I came across a noting pad and scrambling through its pages, I found it to be the one that I had used to note down all that i felt during my husband’s traumatic head injury. It had the names of all the medicines given to him and their after-effects. I had noted every simple behavioral changes that I could notice of. Since it was his frontal area of the brain that was involved and as this area is the storehouse of all acquired learning, whether behavior or anything else, I was very wary of the changes that might occur in his personality after the healing. I was keeping my fingers crossed and praying to God all the time.

And while reading the entries in that noting pad, I could see what we had gone through and had come out unscathed! Having seen and experienced death from a very close angle, I can see the designs of the providence in whatever happens in our life.And as usual I would say, even at the risk of repeating so many times, that I saw the best and the worst of the human nature.

While going through the pages of that noting pad, I realized that I was writing as and when I could steal some time. In fact it was a doctor at Tanda Medical college who asked me to keep a record of any little change that I could observe in him and report it to him. So I kept a pen and this noting sheet close at hand and would write whenever I could get any time. Iam happy that I did it. Today, while going through its pages, I could relive all those moments when we moved between life and death, between certainty and doubt and between good and bad!

During all this time writing a journal was having a cathartic healing impact on me as well and I came out of all this as a mature person having had a close meeting with the traumatic head injury of a loved one!


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