Sickness is one thing I will never wish, even for my worst enemy. It is a condition that can change the course of a person’s life completely. When sickness comes, it doesn’t only affect the body; it also weakens the mind and spirit. You begin to feel helpless, and sometimes, even the smallest task feels like climbing a mountain. That is why I said earlier that sickness can truncate someone’s life and hold a person down for a long time, especially when it is not something that goes away easily.
Falling sick has a way of humbling people. It can make even the strongest person feel weak and useless. You start thinking of the things you used to do so easily, and suddenly, you can’t even do half of them. That alone brings sadness. My heart truly goes out to those who are lying on hospital beds or at home right now, battling one form of illness or another. May God in His mercy grant them total healing and peace, both in their bodies and minds.
For the past few weeks, I have been struggling with my own health. At first, I thought it was just one of those minor things that would come and go. You know those moments when you feel a little off but believe a few days of rest and some medication will fix it? That was my hope. But as days turned into weeks, I realized it was not that simple. I tried to sleep well, I took the drugs that were prescribed, and I even avoided some stressful activities, yet nothing seemed to change. The sickness just refused to go away.
The doctors later told me that what I was suffering from was mainly caused by fatigue, too much work, and little rest. They said my body was crying out for a break, but I didn’t listen early enough. Thinking about it now, I see how true that is. Balancing motherhood, official work, and tending to my garden was already demanding. I kept pushing myself, thinking I could handle everything. But the body has its limit. When it can no longer bear the pressure, it begins to react.
For more than two months now, I have stopped working on my part-time fashion job. Even my time in the garden has reduced drastically. The passion I once had for doing these things has been replaced by a need to recover and regain strength. Sometimes, I sit quietly and think about how easy it is to take good health for granted until it is taken from us.
Through this period, I have learned that no matter how hardworking or ambitious we are, health must come first. Rest is not laziness; it is a form of respect for our bodies. When the body says “rest,” we must listen before it forces us to stop. I now understand that life is not a race. It is a journey that requires balance. And if good health is missing, everything else begins to fall apart.
I am still on the path to recovery, taking each day slowly, trusting God for strength.
I agree with you, health comes first before any other thing, taking care of our health is really important for real.
Health is wealth and should be taken care of at all time.
I hope you are getting better my dear!