11.2.2. What's the hardest thing in your life you've had to overcome?
I could answer any number of things to this, but one thing always comes leaps and bounds above the rest. For a good year following my accident, I was deluded. Totally blind and unwavering delusion consumed me to the point that I set myself on a whole wrong path and inevitably end up hitting a dead-end brick wall at the end of it… when I tried to take my own life.
I know. What was I fucking thinking, right? Truth is, I wasn’t thinking. All thoughts stopped when I sat on the back of that boat in the waters of Mexico. Tim and Lyla were trying to run an intervention on me about the questionable operation I was determined to have to make me walk again and I just didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want that painful truth breaking through my bubble of delusion. The operation was dicey and I knew that, but my mind was such a confused place by that time that it seemed like risking my life for the chance to walk again was worth it. More than worth it. What was the hardest thing I’ve had to ever overcome? The delusion. Letting that penny drop that I really was going to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair and I could like it or let it kill me.
( First it was a flash of anger... )
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I could answer any number of things to this, but one thing always comes leaps and bounds above the rest. For a good year following my accident, I was deluded. Totally blind and unwavering delusion consumed me to the point that I set myself on a whole wrong path and inevitably end up hitting a dead-end brick wall at the end of it… when I tried to take my own life.
I know. What was I fucking thinking, right? Truth is, I wasn’t thinking. All thoughts stopped when I sat on the back of that boat in the waters of Mexico. Tim and Lyla were trying to run an intervention on me about the questionable operation I was determined to have to make me walk again and I just didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want that painful truth breaking through my bubble of delusion. The operation was dicey and I knew that, but my mind was such a confused place by that time that it seemed like risking my life for the chance to walk again was worth it. More than worth it. What was the hardest thing I’ve had to ever overcome? The delusion. Letting that penny drop that I really was going to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair and I could like it or let it kill me.
( First it was a flash of anger... )
Word Count | 617