Breaking Free From the Nightmare.

Hello world. The following was written 3/14/2018.

In 2004 I found myself in a living nightmare. I wrecked my motorcycle breaking my left arm and ankle. I spent two weeks in the hospital and eight months at home bedridden. I then spent a year and a half in a wheelchair. When I was laying in bed unable to move, wondering what it is I am supposed to do, to weak to open my meds., even with the pain making me wish I was dead. Inch by inch and pound by pound my weight increased. I was dying a slow and painful death.

Each time I went to the doctor I was given another pill and another diagnoses of another disease. By the end of that first year I was swallowing more pills then food every day and told I was dying of multiple diseases such as two forms of cancer and that NOTHING could be done for me. When I finally reached the end of my endurance six years had passed me by. Six years of painful unending misery. I was 275 lbs. standing at 5' tall. I walked with a cane on my good days and a walker on the bad. Believing the doctors when they told me I would never walk unaided again and that I was dying.

Each day I used my hair as a veil. When I would sit there in the bathroom I would try to hide from my view the wretched scale. Each time I’d see it, I’d start to cringe. The mental torture becomes a no-win battle. I reached the end there pretty hard. I either wanted to die or prove them wrong. I decided to prove them wrong.