I almost died last Thursday. There were a dozen different factors that led up to me stabbing my face and piercing my chest and collapsing my lung... but all that matters now is I'm alive, and safe, and happy, and getting help.
I'm grateful to so many people who helped me during my 8 days at the hospital, and for all the true friends and family who have kicked my ass (in the nicest of ways) to remind me that I'm never alone.
If these scars could speak, they'd tell infinite stories inside stories... sometimes my mind, being the powerful machine that it is, can create and create and incept the shit out of me.
The lessons I've learned can be summed up simply and plainly:
Love yourself. Love others. Live in every moment. Never give up, never stay down.
