Tomorrow, I’m celebrating 3 years of being alive, not necessarily awake.
Three years ago, I was the assistant to the director of psychology at an inpatient facility. I absolutely loved my job. I was the office manager and clinical coordinator, just to name a few tasks I completed on a daily basis.
I was heading to work on a snowy day, around 10 am the wind pushed my car in front of another car. I was 17 weeks pregnant, so the seatbelt was very uncomfortable and I wasn’t wearing it.
The accident propelled my body across the car and I sheared my spine when my head slammed into the passenger window of my Chrysler Town and Country, suffering a Traumatic Brain Injury. I spent the next 2 months in a coma. The MRI’s showed minimal brain activity, so it wasn’t looking good for me to live, my condo was sold during that time.
When I woke up, it was astounding. The first words I asked on April 10, 2015 were, “where is the snow?”
“It’s April, there is no snow.”
“No, it’s February. What’s going on?”
The days to follow were difficult for my little mind to process.
“When can I go home?”
“You can’t go home. It is being sold.”
“When can I go back to work?”
“The company you worked for sold, and is closed.”
“Why can’t I walk?”
“You may never walk again.”
“What happened to my baby?”
“I’m sorry, you lost him.”
I tried so hard to stay positive, but depression was controlling my soul. I felt as though I had lost everything over a 2 month timeframe. I wanted a home, a career, to walk, my material possessions I had lost, including my van, and a happy family. I hadn’t started seeing a psychologist yet, so in retrospect, borderline personality disorder was influencing a majority of my decisions.
I wanted a family.
I started messaging a guy I had a few conversations with 15 years prior, within 4 months he moved from Texas back to Ohio with the intention of giving me the family I was pleading for.
Around that time, I started seeing a neuropsychologist for my depression, et al.
Three weeks after the guy’s return, I found out I was pregnant. We, unfortunately, desired different things in life, and therapy was making that very clear to me. I really didn’t and don’t know him. That is reciprocal. My unborn daughter was all I had, I had been alienated from my older daughters because of lies. I’m at peace because I know the lies will be brought to light. I listened to her heartbeat on a Doppler every night, I sang to her, I loved her.
There are so many people that put their hatred of me over my daughters best interests. I can’t control their hatred and disrespect, I can only handle my actions and reactions. I’ve made mistakes, yes. Given my last couple of years, who wouldn’t?! I’m learning from my mistakes and making an effort to be peaceful.
Its been a journey since that day, and with the grace of God, the love and encouragement of my daughters, the love and support of my parents, a few close friends, and a handful of great friends, I’ve become a substantial woman.
I’ve battled the last couple of years to become the strong woman I am today. If you think you can take me down after all that I’ve already been through,
Give it your best shot!
You will not succeed. I love my daughters very much and they know that. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Romans 12:12💯
Something that therapy has taught me these last couple years is that I have had struggles with boundaries and have determined I’m a 
