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Born and raised on the south side Chicago I decided to moved to the geographical and societal opposite. bought a one-way airplane ride to the Colorado Rocky Mountains a few weeks after graduating high school. With only myself, two suitcases and $200 I was set to live life on my terms and different than everything I’d ever known.
Being a free spirit or what others might label as a rebel or someone who is more comfortable moving against the grain has afforded me a vast amount of life experience. Good and bad. In my 20’s I let the combination of my independence and immaturity rule my life and actions. This led to an unintended detour. I accepted the alluring hand and took a long slow dance with the indiscriminate monster of addiction.
Every aspect of my life changed when I awoke in a hospital bed. My brain was so scrambled from all the drug use and a TBI that it didn’t even occur to me to ask myself what happened that I ended up here? In my first recollections I remember seeing a few of my close friends in my hospital room with me and my mother even flew in from Chicago to be there with me but all I wanted to do was get in touch with my fiancé, Chris. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t there with me or why he wasn’t answering my calls. Days went by and I was angry. Where was Chris? Then when it was just my mother and Chris’ mother in my hospital room my mom said to me as she grabbed my hands and pulled me in closer to her she said to me- Amy Chris is gone. He didn’t make it. Rather than freaking out or breaking down into an uncontrollable sob the room stopped and my head told me- That makes sense. That was the only logical explanation for Chris not to be there with me or for him not to answer my calls for the past few days. Also I think I had already subconsciously known. After all the story I was told about what happened was Chris and I never negotiated a left hand curve and drove off the highway and rolled down a small embankment. He and I weren’t found for four days. Chris and I laid with the tangled metal of the car all around us and his body on top of mine. It was the end of October so his body shielded me through the cold nights and protected me from the cold rain drops during the day. Chris died instantly as I was in and out of consciousness the whole time. What gave me comfort and still gives me comfort was Chris didn’t pass on alone. I was right there with him and at least I was there for him at that moment.
I’m not sure anything less that what happened to me would have made me turn my life around. My road to recovery was long, treacherous, and very painful both mentally and physically. I’ve never been more thankful for my severe TBI in hindsight because it afforded me the luxury of forgetting about my addiction and drugs at times but it also made it possible for me to come to terms with what had happened to me in a more gradual fashion. Not a day goes by that I don’t realize how lucky I am to have not only regained a lot of my mental capabilities but also having full mobility with both my arms and legs because I had also broke my neck in three places. The 10years following my accident was dominated by frustration for things I had to now try so hard to attain. Fortunately I truely have no more than a handful of memories from those 10yrs or else I feel I might be a more biter or jaded person if the cloak of my TBI had not in a sense protected me from myself.
The past few years I have dedicated to me and getting to know who I am all over again. I set out on a mission to fix my memory deficits and religiously began doing crossword puzzles and other memory game activities to sharpen my brain once again. The more puzzles, reading, and cognitive exercises I did the more I began to feel more like me and more like I am now ready to start a new and much more fulfilling chapter in my life. I’ve always loved writing both creatively and literally so I’ve decided to give the world of freelance writing a try. I have also always had a passion for photography both creative and literal so I figured I should also include that into my new freelance repotuir.
Since my ship has sailed as far as marriage and children I get to focus on doing the things I love and hopefully I can make a difference in the world and be a source of truth, help and hope for the future.
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