Fractured

Mind-Body-Soul – My Unintentional Transformation:

So, I fractured my right hip in 2024. Yeah, that was a plot twist I wasn’t expecting. I mean, if I had to pick a year to break something, it definitely wouldn’t have been that one. I thought it was just a hip injury, but little did I know, I was signing up for an all-inclusive soul-searching adventure. Turns out, my body had more to say than I was ready to hear!

The Physical (Body):
I can’t even tell you how fun it was trying to walk with a fractured hip. It was like my body was playing a cruel joke on me—“Oh, you want to walk? Ha! How about you just sit there and think about life instead!” So now I’m physically isolated, stuck with the couch as my best friend. And, honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I was this grateful for WiFi and Netflix.

The Mental (Mind):
Then came the mental toll. Depression swooped in like an unwanted guest at a party. I didn’t even know it had RSVP’d! One minute I’m thinking, “I’m humble,” and the next I’m realizing I was just full of pride in the most unflattering way. I was starting to feel like my brain had signed up for a marathon of negative thoughts and decided to go all out. Seriously, the mind can be a real drama queen sometimes. I didn’t want to see anyone, which led to more isolation—perfect! I was already living the hermit lifestyle, and now my brain was like, “Yep, this is exactly what we need right now.”

The Soul (Soul-Wounds):
And then—plot twist—soul wounds. Turns out, I had some emotional scars I didn’t even know existed. Apparently, a fractured hip isn’t just a physical injury; it’s like the universe thought, “Let’s dig up some unresolved stuff for this person to deal with while they’re at it.” The soul was like, “Oh, you thought you were just healing your body? Nah, we’ve got a whole other agenda here.”

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Seeking Help – The Roller Coaster of Therapy:

So, I did what I thought was a very responsible thing and had my first video chat with a psychiatrist. I had the new laptop ready, I was all set… and then Zoom decided to turn the whole experience into a circus. She could hear me, but the camera just wouldn’t cooperate. It was like Zoom had decided to just not be on my side today. Like, “Who needs to see your face? You just get to listen to your thoughts!” So, I switched to the phone. The psychiatrist sounded very official, asking all the right questions like she was just going down a checklist. Meanwhile, I’m here thinking, “Are we doing a mental health checkup or is this a job interview?”

She gave me a few suggestions: yoga therapy, a workbook, and a book about mind reprogramming. Yoga for multiple sclerosis? Sure, why not! I mean, it sounded good on paper, but I was thinking, “Is my fractured hip about to turn me into a yoga master?” I wasn’t quite sure, but I was open to it. Then she scheduled our next session—same time next week—without checking if that actually worked for me. I didn’t object because, well, I didn’t have a better plan… so I just went with it.

By the end of the call, I felt more depressed than when I started. Was she even listening? Did she care? Did she understand my soul-wound situation? Or was I just another box she checked off today? It was like I went into the call hoping for a hug and ended up with a to-do list. Talk about mixed signals!

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But Here’s the Thing…

You know what? I’m still here. I’m still showing up, even if my camera refuses to. I might not have all the answers, and I definitely don’t have this healing thing figured out, but I’m trying. I’m giving myself permission to feel frustrated, to laugh at the absurdity of it all, and to keep going—even if I can’t do yoga right now without my hip throwing a tantrum.

I’m doing the best I can, even if the process is more like a comedy show than a life-changing revelation. Maybe the book will help, maybe the yoga will turn me into a Zen master, and maybe, just maybe, next time my Zoom call won’t be a disaster.

Either way, I’m here, I’m trying, and hey, at least I’m not giving up. And if nothing else, I can laugh about it—because sometimes, that’s the best therapy of all!