Allhumdolillah! I am at a much better place since my last post with series of lab tests, utlrasounds, a mammogram and some other really scary tests, and a gut wrenching anxiety of results. I am doing well thankfully everything was clear except low iron levels with vitamin d3 deficiency. These deficiencies are now on their way to recovery. It is worth noting that I have been struggling with intense brain and physical fatigue since 2019 but not a single doctor was able to identify my problem. Once somebody is diagnosed with depression or anxiety then every health issue they complain about is looked from the psychological lenses. Nobody asked me to check iron, vitamin b12 or vitamin d3 deficiencies even my mum who is a dermatologist always assured me that I am fine and this weakness is just a phase. It was a phase alright, it engulfed almost 8 years of my life pushed back my career and research ambitions. This is not the case alone with me but there are many people who silentl...
Never have been so challenged in
my entire life by anybody or any activity the way I have been put to test these
days. On the insistence of my mother, family & friends I have taken up the unfathomable
task to learn stitching. My teacher has taken the challenge of teaching of me
this art or at least the basics in 2 months, I pray for her sanity.
I thought not to bring this
subject as my post topic but the way stitching is over-shadowing my life I
decided that it should be talked about. I have to admit that I possess neither
the talent nor the acumen to learn this intricate process.
At first they taught me to make
precise lines on brown sheets and then cutting them, till that point I was
going fine. The real challenge began the moment teacher shifted from paper to
clothing material, real life sewing machine, scissors, needle, thread and God
knows what else.
There are actually two threads
that work in the sewing machine, if I got one of them right the other broke, this
struggle continued for hours. Every body around looked at me with utmost
sympathy, and tried their best to guide me, yet the more guidance I received
the panicky I became. New comers to stitching are told to sew baby frocks and
the way mine is progressing it seems more suitable for a kid from Mars or
Jupiter rather than one from earth.
In the last five days, on many
occasions I could have broken out in tears but I found my inner strength during
this process. In fact sewing is becoming my spiritual journey, if I am able to
learn this art then I believe I would enter heavens without any questioning on
the Day of Judgment.
Strangely enough as soon as I
even start to think about it I feel sleepy mostly because my mind needs some
where to escape. Having said that, I am truly grateful for being given the amazing
opportunity to learn new things, its another story if I have to struggle a bit
in the beginning. If I have conquered cost accounting then I think I could
triumph over stitching as well.
Have a great day!
Sonya. (Day 315)
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