Describe a time when you were brave.
A lot of times when I do things that could be considered brave, I don't necessarily think of them as brave. They often are things I feel like I HAVE to do, so I just do them. I don't think, I do. That is how I've always been.
I have had a total of 13+ surgeries. They haven't been little surgeries either. I've had 2 open heart surgeries, one of which my heart would not start and they had to use electrical paddles to "bring me back." I have also had surgery on my spine and very willing agreed to at the last minute to be the first patient in America to have a new procedure used to close up the incision. I know these 3 surgeries specifically most would describe as moments of bravery. Sure I was scared and sure I cried, but I went through with them because I felt like I HAD to. Being anything but "brave" was what I had to do.
The last time I can say I was truly brave was just over a year ago. I was starting my other blog discussing my issues with anxiety and depression. I knew I wanted to share my story and hopefully help others. One way I did this was by opening up on my social media sites, giving a tiny bit of information on what I was doing, and telling people where to find my blog. After I shared this my mom read it. She said it was really brave opening up like that. I didn't even think of it like that. Again, to me, it was what I felt I HAD to do. I wanted to help so I had to open up. It wasn't brave in my eyes, it was just something I did.
So I guess for me, bravery is just something I do. It's just who I am. I don't think about it. I just am.
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