After my head injury, as cliched as it sounds, the world turned grey
The color and vibrancy was slowly sucked out of my life.
I was juggling too many cognitive obstacles and impairments at the same time.
I didn’t realize how far down the spiral of depression I was slipping.
Until I hit rock bottom and couldn’t get up.
And, the endgame of depression is suicide.
I tip-toed towards that edge after two years of feeling utterly useless in every area of life.
Then I jumped.
Two years of asking for help broke me.
I felt like a burden and felt that everyone’s life – my own included – would be easier if it ended.
So, I went for a walk with a bottle of pills, a pocket knife and a map to the nearest train crossing.
For an hour I listened to Nirvana and contemplated ending my life.
But, thankfully, no train came and eventually I kept walking.
The next day, my life was saved because I admitted to a doctor that I was suicidal.
“You’re being involuntarily admitted to the Abbotsford Hospital.”
Those words saved my life.
Changed my life.
Gave me a new outlook on life.
And, that’s where the next chapter begins…