In 2017 I was in a hospital bed listening to doctors talking about me and not to me
They were telling my grandma that I would never walk talk or be able to feed myself again
That I was essentially a vegetable
I had damaged my brain and body with so many suicide attempts (lack of oxygen)
Long story short against all odds I am still here and though I can’t do everything I used to I’m doing way more than anyone would have expected
I have trouble with my hands and severe hand contractures but I have adapted
I’m 6 years off of meth and heroin something I never thought would be possible and I don’t wake up every day angry that I’m still breathing
I understand pain and struggle and if anyone out there is hurting I am a safe space to reach out to


















