First question that I would like to answer and that opens today's writing:
Is there something worse than dying? What is it and why do you feel it is worse? Explain your answer.
Yes, there is something worse than dying and that is staying alive with some limiting disability, in many cases it will mean that you cannot enjoy life at one hundred percent, you will live thinking that nothing is the same as before and in many cases people fall in depression and they live sad for a long time, many others unfortunately end up taking their own lives, others begin to depend a lot on third persons and even become a burden for their loved ones.
Are you a person others can depend upon or are you dependant upon others. Explain your answer and how either effects your life.
In January of this I got sick with covid, and it didn't even hit me that hard. What was really bad were the consequences that the disease left me. Explaining it clinically, it gave me pericarditis (inflammation in the heart) and my lungs became like an asthmatic person
(in january, the first day i almost pass out )
(the doctors put on me a cardiac arrhythmia reader to see how my heart was working)
(X-rays of my lungs)
Physically, I felt a terrible suffocation, I felt that I could not breathe enough, that I was short of breath even without doing anything, a symptom that worsened when I had to walk even very short distances, I felt that I was going to pass out because my body was not having the correct oxygenation.
This led me to depend a lot on my girlfriend, with whom I live, to the point that during the first months of treatment I avoided going out to do the household shopping, I did not go out to share moments with friends, my loved ones visited me at Me and I hardly left my house for fear of the suffocation I felt.
And the truth is that I have always been extremely independent, taking care of my own duties since I was 14 years old and working to help in my house since I passed high school. So you can imagine that psychologically depending on another person was a very strong blow for me, I was sad and I just wanted to sleep all day to not feel bad.
Fortunately, I was able to have check-ups with the corresponding doctors and following the appropriate treatment in 6 months I got cured of pericarditis, I was able to return to exercise little by little and today I can go outside without the fear I felt before.
(me doing hiking with my bike)
Specifically, I can say that getting sick and depending on another person is not easy at all, instead of being a help and support, you become a burden and you have to be mentally strong to face it, the other person also has to love you a lot to be able to bear the "weight" of another person that they did not carry before, since sometimes even their own life is going to get complicated because of you.
I personally don't wish it on anyone.