Hey, Maggie here...
On Nov. 24, 2007, I survived a near-fatal car wreck.
And over a period of 7 years, I slowly researched and worked to heal myself, determined to get to a place that left me better than before I was injured. I did this because after the medical system saved my life, it gave little to go on in terms of actually healing my body.
The night of my accident, I flew home to Nova Scotia, Canada, to see my dad, but I never made it to my house. I was driving home from the airport when a drunk driver crossed into my lane and hit me head-on.
In the years that followed, I learned that it takes more than a good doctor or pharmaceutical drugs to fully recover and feel completely well again.
I know what it's like to feel broken, like a part of me was lost, to feel like my body, and perhaps my spirit, would never be whole again. I know how it feels to hate my scars and like the grief and tears would never end. I didn't know what to do to make anything better or how to stop my heart from breaking, let alone actually "get better." One of my doctors even looked me in the eye and told me that I would never get 100% better.