I told myself I’d never write a blog. Firstly, because literally everyone has a blog and secondly, I convinced myself no one would be interested in what I had to say. But as my Instagram posts became longer and my willingness to be vulnerable grew, I decided to venture into the world of bloggers and their dogs.
I decided I would share my story.
When I was 14 years old, I suffered a traumatic incident where I was physically assaulted, assaulted with a knife, and asphyxiated. After three surgeries, thirty-or-so days at Sunnybrook Hospital, and three months of rehabilitation, I was given a pat on the back for a speedy recovery. Although I regained most of my physical abilities fairly quickly and the evidence of my surgeries began to fade, I knew that “recovery” was still quite far away for me. As a result of the trauma, I live with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
As an aspiring medical student, most people have the impression that I always have my sh*t together. That is almost never the case. I have had thoughts of, and attempted suicide. My eating disorder caused me to be hospitalized. I have had 9 years of therapy, and I probably will have many more. But that isn’t why I decided to create this blog.
I decided to create this blog because I am proud of me.
I am proud of myself for surviving, and sometimes even thriving. I am proud of myself for being vulnerable and sharing my story. I am proud of choosing recovery.