Writing My Future: A Meditation on Healing and Hope
Sometimes when I meditate, I’m inspired by random words or phrases. One day, the phrase “choose your own adventure” came to mind. I instantly connected it to Dr. Joe Dispenza’s teachings about creating the future you want—and then letting it go.
It sounds so simple and magnificent—to write your own future. But I’ve struggled with visualizing what I truly want. Of course, complete healing and walking normally again are my biggest manifestations, but I haven’t been able to feel what that will be like. I honestly can’t even remember what it feels like to walk effortlessly or feel fully healthy.
How the Past Wrote My Future
Interestingly, I’ve manifested dreams in the past—without even trying. Just by writing them down. There are two specific times I remember this happening, and neither was intentional manifestation. In both cases, I had been asked to write about my future for school, and then, without thinking about it again… the vision came true.
1. Second Grade Prophecy
About 17 years ago, Jeremy’s best friend was living with someone I had gone to school with since elementary. This person still had a book of stories we’d written in second grade—stories about what we pictured our lives would look like in the future. He let our friend read my story, and apparently, it was uncannily accurate.
They told me I had written about living on top of a hill with golden retrievers, among other things. I had zero memory of writing that story, and I’d never even owned golden retrievers growing up. Huskies and malamutes were more my style later on. But at the time this old classmate mentioned it, we were—no joke—living on a hill in Brown County with two golden retrievers.
2. Senior Year Vision
Then, in my senior year of high school, my Spanish teacher asked us to write a paper about where we saw ourselves in five years. I was dating Jeremy at the time and wrote that I’d graduate from IU and marry him. After grading it, he pulled me aside and said I was awfully young to be planning a wedding with my high school boyfriend.
And yet—five years later, I had graduated from IU and married Jeremy.
Now, it didn’t happen the way I imagined. We actually broke up halfway through my freshman year and didn’t speak for a year. I couldn’t stand to hear his name. But, somehow, fate—or God—brought us back together. What I envisioned didn’t unfold exactly as I saw it, but it manifested in my reality nonetheless.
Writing My Future: One Year From Now
Since I still can’t fully visualize what a future free from MS feels like, I’ve decided to try writing it into existence—to tap into that feeling, raise my vibration, and create my next chapter.
So here it is. This is my vision. This is my “choose your own adventure” moment.
A Day in My Healed Body
I am so excited! Today is the day I’ve been dreaming about for over a decade.
Today, I get to hike with my family.
I wake up feeling amazing—loose, limber, strong. After my morning routine, I do some stretches. My body feels incredible—like I’ve just been given brand new legs. My stretches feel fluid and effortless. I jump up, jog down the stairs, and lace up my hiking boots—the same boots I’ve kept for 10 years, never giving up hope that one day I’d wear them again.
I walk around the house, independently checking on Jeremy and the boys. No cane. No help. Just me—fully participating in life. I feel like myself again. No, I feel better than I’ve ever felt.
We step outside and begin our hike to Bond Cemetery. I remember doing this hike once in 2012, shortly after we moved in. Back then, I used walking sticks. But today? No aids. No limitations. Just me and my body in full cooperation.
The dogs bounce around excitedly. I see a beautiful leaf and bend over to pick it up—without pain. I bend again, laughing just because I can. I skip ahead on the trail and turn to smile at my beautiful family, walking backwards just to show off. We reach the old tree with low-hanging limbs and climb up to rest. I can’t stop smiling. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years—and now I’m living it.
The Joy of Everyday Miracles
After our long hike, my legs feel tired—but in the best way. I run upstairs to shower, savoring every second of a normal shower. The water runs over me as I stand, steady and strong. I choose my own clothes—something I haven’t done in years. Jeremy has laid them out for me every day, but today I do it myself.
Later, we head into Bloomington. I want to get as much use out of my “new legs” as possible. I even make Jeremy stop for gas—just so I can get out and pump it. Another small thing I haven’t done in years. I feel like a child experiencing the world again for the first time.
We walk around the IU campus, taking pictures everywhere. I want to remember everything. I want to bottle this feeling and keep it forever.
From Healing Myself to Helping Others
This life? This miracle? I’ll never take it for granted.
I love this new life. I love God. And I love what meditation has brought into my world. Now that I’ve manifested healing in my own life, I can’t wait to help others out of their suffering too.
I achieved what many thought was impossible—without medicine, without strict diets—just with an hour a day spent in meditation, connecting to my source, and believing in healing.
And now, I walk forward—literally and spiritually—ready to live fully and help others do the same.