Today- you are at rock bottom. Yes, there’s no mistaking it. Because it’s familiar. Because you have been here before. And that means you can recover -once again.
2000. First encounter with abuse and depression. You patiently prayed for a better tomorrow. You went through the counseling, you ate the pills, you listened to your mum and dad, and they nursed you back to health, and soon enough, you were getting those top grades of the year awards again.
2004. Your next big trial. Your life was torn apart in a life changing accident. Your face blew up into a thousand smithereens. You were bleeding from everywhere when a bunch of strangers scooped you up and put you in the ICU. You lay in the hospital for two months while doctors nursed you back to health.
3 months later, when you returned to school, you were received with catcalls and nervous smiles, as you walked in, unsteady, teeth gone, a hideous and grotesque figure, a shadow of the vivacious girl you used to be.
There was no time to process this though. Before you knew it, you were back in the hospital again. For an appendicitis surgery.
The road to recovery lasted 4 years. At the end of four years, you emerged, perhaps a little less fitter and a more bitter, but more importantly stronger.
And the hits kept on coming.
2009- Social isolation and the road to fitness.
2014. Columbia, Cisco and others.
2016- Death, loss, and career.
And on and on it goes. What can you do but try again? Try until you can try no more. Fight until your last breath. And hope for the best.