So here the story begins, I burned my chest on the eve of my 20th birthday. So it’s the end of the world, right? A 20-year-old getting burned on her chest, well it wasn’t really the end but rather a new beginning (cliche much? Sorry).

Like I mentioned in my previous blog I got the idea of catering a wider audience. And what another way to do it than to blog. However, because of this burn, I lost all the confidence in myself. I stopped stepping out of the house because I couldn’t even wear proper clothes, had to make sure I don’t burst my blisters and trust me initial couple of weeks I was so low that, everything I had built around myself meant nothing!

The idea that excited me so much to put out the things I wanted to talk about, to put forward issues, I couldn’t execute it because I didn’t want the world to see me that way, damaged; that is what I thought I was!

The picture you see up there is from a little less than a year since the accident and you can see the pictures of my injury from week 1 and 2 by clicking on the link below if you wish to (though it’s not very pleasant).

The burn kept getting darker and darker I didn’t know what to do. It was supposed to be a good thing since that area was dying. However, I didn’t know that then and I was embarrassed to call my dermatologist and ask her again and again. I can’t even begin to imagine what people who get 3rd-degree burns go through. But I couldn’t really stop my life there and sit at home moaning over it. I had just turned 20 and there is so much I wanted to do with my life so many dreams and desire. Obviously, I wasn’t going to stop pursuing everything however this sure was delaying it!

And then it hit me that what was wrong with me?………

(To know further you gotta follow up!)

Love,

D