The Crosswalk

On October 2nd, 2010, while walking to the mailbox with a cup of coffee in one hand and a letter in the other, I was hit by a vehicle in a crosswalk. Mind, body, and spirit were forever shattered. Years of doctors, procedures, and at its zenith, 14 different medications that at times separated me from reality in every sense of the word. The story is of a man who barely recognized his own writing. My battle with a mind and body who was not his own. This was my battle to defeat myself.