Last year was the worst year of my life. I got hit by a severe depression. I got to a stage where I just had to take it one day at a time. The one year anniversary post can be found here. Last year taught me that sometimes, survival is a victory.
Some days of the week I felt like giving up. I even contemplated suicide. After the accident, I had lost my ability to code. That for a sprinter would be like losing a leg.
Last year, the world went to hell in a hand basket. The shit hit the fan on every side. I gave up on my company and closed it down. I almost gave up on living.
Last year I published 2 books on the Amazon store. Its was surprising for me that just when I taught it was all over, a new life began. At the end of the year, I had gotten my ability to code back.
As I move to the acceptance stage, this will be my last post on the accident. No longer will I build a shrine to it. I am moving on.
In the process of getting through the last 2 years of hell, I forgive myself for all the mistakes I have made in the past. I have done my time, I have paid my penance, I can leave the prison, I can finally move on.
I will end this post with this poem. It says most of the things I want to say.
The Spring of Life
Like a seed that dies to sprout into new life
or trees dead and brown in the winter months,
yet bursting buds in the spring.
Life shall come out of Death
and Death shall be
the Spring of Life