This morning I read this story of a young boy who suffered from a concussion that ultimately led to his suicide. I read on in deep sadness at the pain I knew he went through.
Of course my concussion did not lead to this, not to say my pain wasn’t there or as extreme to commit suicide, I suffered, I just know how he felt. Sick and sick and sick.
The poor guy ultimately went to his room and never came back. Could that have been me? Yes. If I had not seen or felt simmers of hope of recovery. and ultimately returned from a hole.
No one can live with it. At my age, the pure resolve to continue for the sake of keeping a house and providing for a family, kept me going. All he had was 12 years or so of life to look back too. He had nothing to hold on too….My heart felt for him.
I was sick for a few years….and as I finally got better my wife left me. I once said to her while crying for her to stay with me is that God made me go though the concussion to give me resolve for the pain of my next loss, my wife. What a night that was…one of about ten.
Still..I read every concussion story…listen and support quietly. It’s not something to be ashamed about or proud of for surviving…though it’s like a super power now.
No one fully recovers…yet this lost soul, he recovered, one thing….peace.
God Bless You…James…for trying.
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say
If I’ve been changed for the better?
Because I knew you
I have been changed