Here is the status I shared on my social media platform. February 1 of this year marked 21 years of "after" days. I'm so deeply thankful for each one.
21 years ago today I didn’t know I had lived my last “before day.” I didn’t know that life would be defined as before and after February 1, 2005. I used to want to go back to what it was. To be the person I was, with the possibilities of what life could be. Now, I have no desire to go back to being that girl, the girl before my brain exploded. She was naive and scared and probably would have had a nervous breakdown. Do I miss having a fully functioning brain without injury? Yes, of course, I do. It would be silly not to. My story is not at all about me; my very existence cannot be explained by the medical community. It’s not about me being strong or doing anything particularly amazing. God spared my life in the most unusual way. So, don’t count yourself out. I was probably the last person anyone would have chosen for anything. But God...
