A year ago on the 19th, the doctors brought me out of my medically induced coma after I nearly died over seven times in the course of a little under a month. April 26th, 2019, I graduated rehab.
You know, doing physical shít and other things after lying in a bed, going through Hell without realizing it because, well, you were in a coma, is just pure agony. But hey, I'm still alive. It was tough, but... I survived. I'm living proof that life is a fragile thing and you shouldn't take it for granted. Ever. I should be dead right now. But God spared me.
Though the TBI is still hell.