How I Rewired My Traumatized Brain without Medication

Take away from one survivor to another.

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Some years ago, I hit my lowest. I was constantly in a bad mood, hopeless, frustrated with myself, and feeling like crap every time I looked at myself in a wheelchair.

I felt like I was trapped under a huge gray and black cloud. Like was in a dark, isolated room that suffocated me from every side.

Nothing mattered to me, not even my six-week-old baby lying next to me. I felt like the most terrible person for bringing in a human being to suffer miserably on earth.

I resented myself for not having the power to turn my situation around. I hated that I had no control to prevent the accident that immobilized me.

But what I realized during my depression was that I was refusing to accept the new changes in my life and the stereotype surrounding them.

I didn’t want to accept my life had reached the furthest I was destined to be. I didn’t want to accept I would never walk again, as the doctors said.

I didn’t want to accept that I would never do the things I used to do and have to depend on other people for the rest of my life.

I realized what I was really struggling with was “acceptance.”