Brad Guy

And that's one of my mantras now, at least emotionally put one foot in front of the other.

So when I started to walk again,

I would try to get to the end of my driveway and then eventually to the end of my street and then eventually to my sister's house and then to the train station, just getting further and further each time until I was able to walk long distances unassisted and feeling a lot better about my capability.

And then it was about 10 months after where I got the okay to drive again, because legally you can't drive if you can't do a proper head check.

So I was able to drive again.

So all these little achievements started to be my main focus.

Everything's coming back.

Everything's working.

Like obviously still mental and probably not really emphasizing my mental recovery and putting that in the back burner, but I was at least able to move around and

Everything just came to such a huge boiling point that I had what I can only describe as a full-blown mental breakdown.

At the end of that job, I'd been cheated on.

I had a job that was going nowhere that was triggering me, a relationship that was torturing me.

My mental health wasn't right.

I don't think I've had a proper sleep for a year and a half to two years.

So I had this really crazy mental breakdown at a family Christmas, which I can also laugh at because it's just so dramatic.

Like it actually never ends.

And I was just in my sister's wardrobe, just like throwing shit everywhere.

Like her jewelry and like coat hangers.

I was like, nah.

And it was all just because one little comment from my mom saying, go easy on your boyfriend, all right?