I was invincible, beginning high school as the typical overachiever grade-obsessed type. I spent every minute of every day obsessing about grades and college admissions. Everything in my first semester of high school was focused on achievement. It was isolating, but I was invincible when it came to school.
I was on track for success, until I began getting severe migraines, missing weeks of school at a time. I would try to keep up, but the constant throbbing in my head made it hard for me to understand anything. We tried several medications, but nothing worked. Yet, my only focus was on how this would affect my grades, my future. I broke at school one day, not understanding the material after missing school. I was convinced that my entire future was ruined. After several months of constant headaches and no answers, I began to worsen. I lost all feeling and ability to move on my right side, eventually, I was hospitalized.
I spent three terrible days in the hospital, receiving multiple tests, intense physical therapy and IV medication. Stuck in my hospital bed, I was still doing schoolwork. Despite being confined to the uncomfortable, lonely space, I had to work towards my future. Frustrated was the only way to describe how I felt in the too-white room. I was eventually medically exempt from those exams I studied so hard for, oddly upset. After discharge, I met Chris, my out-patient physical therapist, not knowing the effect he would have on me. I saw him frequently, each session more frustrating than the last, the sweat dripping off my body.
As I spent more time in physical therapy, I found myself looking forward to going. Chris motivated me to get better and focus on my health. I can still hear him joking with me, while telling me that it’s necessary to let go sometimes. Although he reassured me that school would still be there for me when I was better, he also wouldn’t cut me any slack. He pushed me to keep working harder. He taught me so much about perseverance and focusing on what’s important. He was always right there beside me with encouraging words and endless support. He was with me when I walked again, cheering me on, telling me that it was my hard work that finally paid off. I have since been discharged, but I try to carry his lessons with me through every challenge in my life.
When I returned to school, I was no longer invincible, I didn’t have the perfect future any longer. But, Chris taught me to be determined, but not so much that you forget what is necessary for yourself. I was no longer spending every minute of every hour hyper-focused on my grades and being some ideal of “perfect.” Chris gave me my life back, in more ways than one. Without him, I would’ve never gotten through my medical issues, nor my distorted view of perfection. Chris allowed me to challenge the belief that I had long held of school being the end-all-be-all. This release changed the way I viewed my work, allowing me to enjoy it again. Although without him I never would’ve had this change, I would most certainly choose to let go of this belief again.