A Conscious Peace
By Ruchi Rai
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In a series of gripping journal entries, “A Conscious Peace” chronicles a journey back from physical and emotional devastation following two horrendous and life-interrupting car accidents and an investment scam. As Ruchi pieces together her body and her spirit, she must also contend with the pain of renegotiating the world.
The reader travels with her and her thoughts from an intimate perch, hearing the words she dared not even speak aloud to family and friends during her recovery, but found herself feverishly typing into emails to herself on her iPhone.
Ruchi’s story is not from the point of view of a victim, but rather from that of someone who makes the decision to fight her way back to herself.
“A Conscious Peace” uses a poetic, stream-of-consciousness style that reflects Ruchi’s own healing process and that evokes the myriad feelings, thoughts, fears, and hopes brought on by a major life trauma and the decision to heal from it.
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Ruchi’s life was unfolding exactly as she might have planned it when she was a young girl. A respected teacher at a prestigious school, she had a successful, supportive husband, an outstanding thirteen-year-old son, and a dear little puppy who all loved her more than anything.
And then Fate intervened. A careless driver cut across her and set off an avalanche of life changes that threatened to disrupt all of life as she knew it.
As she struggled to come back from the chaos Fate had dealt her, she faced the most difficult choice of her life: give in to the bleak circumstances she found herself in, or stand up to Fate and fight back.
In this raw, intensely personal journal, written entirely on her iPhone, Ruchi writes openly and honestly about the pain of healing and the difficulty of picking up the pieces of life. Her vulnerability offers a rare and moving glimpse into the process of healing from life’s traumas.
Ruchi Rai
Ruchi Rai is a proud wife and mother who lives in the Silicon Valley with her husband, Ashutosh, her son, Adhiraj, and their little dog, Ollie.
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A Conscious Peace - Ruchi Rai
Preface
Sent: Monday, November 17, 2014 8:53 AM
Subject: These notes that
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THESE NOTES THAT I am sharing are glimpses into my life. I’ve been assailed by doubts and apprehension and been a closed book to the world—for the longest time!
My cover up
was my relief. Ironically, today, my outpouring is even more so.
The unburdening is tremendous. It came in a rush. Words tumbling over each other in just a couple of weeks. And then, a trailing thought or two. . . .
Now, my shoulders feel lighter, and I can straighten up.
The thoughts and the confiding came in random order, rather like glowworms at times, and, at others, it was like an oppressive gag from which I had to free myself. I’m taken aback as I read several of the pieces. I have no recollection of writing them. Some of them make me choke up.
Strangely, the writing has been a release. I feel that I have actually been able to stand up to some of my ghosts
for the first time ever. Some dissolve in a wraithlike manner.
Others try to push me down. . . .
All of the writing has taken place on this iPhone. Its silent acceptance has given me confidence, and an untitled folder has kept my confidences safe.
I’ve tried to bring some semblance of order to the pieces. I have included their dates and time stamps to identify them. As much as possible, I have tried to share them as is.
I respect each for what it tries to convey, both at and in its own time and in its own way.
Prologue
Sent: Monday, October 13, 2014 7:26 PM
Subject: We build shells
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WE BUILD SHELLS around ourselves. Shells that keep others out and keep our insecurities hidden.
The more fragile we feel, the more we curl up inside them. Rather like a snail. It withdraws into what it hopes is a safe haven.
Lucky snail! Little does it realize it is just as weak, just as vulnerable. A careless trampling foot, a sickening crunch, and its fate is sealed!
But it lived its life comfortably, unaware of the precious little protection its shell actually afforded it!
So do we continue in our lives, feeling confident if not invincible, believing that the drastic things in life happen to others, the less ordinary people.
Our ordinariness is our biggest reassurance to ourselves. We feel comfortable that we are part of a crowd and will ride the wave of life with the rest, a series of ups and downs, until we meet the shore.
And then, a gentle lapping. . . .
It is this complacency, perhaps, that is our biggest undoing, that lulls us into a sense of security, a warm blanket, a safe shell.
But our defenses are fragile. They get crushed, sickeningly so, and leave us exposed and devastated.
And then we need to reinvent ourselves and reinstate ourselves in the world.
Part I
EMERGING FROM THE WRECKAGE
Sent: Wednesday, October 1, 2014 5:30 PM
Subject: I lay there
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I LAY THERE on the pavement on a chilly December afternoon.
Extricated from the tangle. Time and its passage had no consequence.
When they reassured me that a crane was coming to lift the truck off me; when they said it was doing so; when they tried to break the windshield, blow by blow, and it rained glass on my face; when they tried to drop in a cold, heavy metal chain (the links of which touched my thigh) to pull out the steering wheel, but there was no gap; when they cut a hole, I believe, near my feet to try to access me, cutting sounds in metal, sounds that would have made my skin crawl and my teeth feel cold, rather like the grinding of metal on concrete. But they were too external
to me then.
Finally, they broke the armrest, the divider between the driver and the passenger. It was jagged plastic, and the person who had been keeping me propped up had to move out and let me prop myself up on my hand again—on the broken glass. More glass went into my right palm as they tried to pull me out through the opening on the right.
My legs were stuck between the steering wheel and my seat. They had to pull me hard and continue ‘til the flesh gave
and they could drag me out, bit by bit.
That felt impossible, and it hurt. The jagged plastic of the divider scraped and remained relentlessly firm, and the glass was like a carpet burn.
It hurts!
I protested.
The practical and firm response was, Let’s get you out first. We’ll worry about the injuries later.
Laid down on what might have been a stretcher under a grey drizzle. The next thing I knew my clothes were being cut off. Multiple pairs of hands and scissors. They were cutting the clothing off each limb simultaneously!
As I listened to them rip through my pant legs and my jacket, I recall thinking that their scissors must be very sharp. . . .
Within moments I was lying there on the freeway, stark naked. Faces peering down at me, blocking out the sky.
My shocked and urgent protest went unheeded. Modesty was the least of their concerns. They needed to see what injuries I had.
Let us do our job.
Those voices brooked no argument.
I was helpless. Hopeless.
My shame probably swamped out the physical pain I was experiencing.
Warm tears escaped the corners of my eyes. For the first time in all that trauma, I was breaking down.
Perhaps fainting and being unconscious can offer an escape from harsh reality. . . .
The fact that I was fully aware of myself and my surroundings allowed me to retain control, to plead that my son be picked up from school and to get the message out to my family.
All the moments, sounds, sensations, fears . . . doubled and tripled up, one on top of another, thoughts and apprehensions and a desire to escape, all jostling with each other for all of that time.
There was a point when I just wanted to sleep—trapped inside that car, on my side, bleeding, hot oil pouring on me, glass and all. I wanted to doze off, but fear wouldn’t let me. I had to be in charge. I didn’t have the luxury of letting it all be.
And then, after a while—I don’t know how long—this wonderful gentleman crawled in, reached in next to me, and tried to keep me propped up. I think he said his name was Mike. He told me to go to a happy place, asked me how old my son was, what sports he played. I remember telling him that he played water polo. Ironically, it was the aftermath of this accident that made that sport a thing of the past for him.
They tried to put in IV drips—two of them—but they could reach only enough of me to put in one. They were all so kind, so concerned.
Mike
even held an orange net vest in front of my face when the glass was pouring down on us—a little detail that showed his compassion.