During those first few weeks after the accident, and hearing the doctors tell me there was very little hope I would ever walk again, I feel into a depression, I felt like I was sinking into a pit, and nothing would get better. I went from being a happy active junior, to not being able to move my legs, I was having to relearn to do the most basic things over again, and I felt like an infant. it was hard for me, and I did not think it would ever get any easier.
I can't count the nights I would cry myself to sleep after everyone had left my room, feeling as if my life was hardly worth living anymore, I knew that this self pity was not helping anything, but I was having a hard time snapping out of it.
I was almost seventeen still young, still in school and yet my life was changed so drastically, I was not sure how I was going to face school when I got out of the hospital. I could tell that even the friends who came to visit me at the hospital were a bit nervous and anxious around me. I did not want the world to treat me like I was a piece of chipped china.
Katrina you have to snap out of this, you have to face what happened to you, and move on with your life, your life did not end with that accident. There is obviosuly a reason you are still here.
Snapping out of it was not going to happen over night though, I was still grieving over the loss of my ability to walk, I cried at the thought of not being able to dance with the boy I had a crush on since starting my Junior year of Highschool. Now I would not be able to dance with Matt, and my heart broke at the thought, he would not want anything to do with me, he would look at me as damaged goods, I tried not to think that way, but I could not help it, but I was going to work on it.