I'm joining my friends to walk in the Out of the Darkness Seattle Walk in support of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP) in October. This cause is VERY important to me, and I hope you'll help me and my team raise as much money as possible, because the AFSP needs more funding to help save lives!
A little background about my connection with suicide...
I have suffered severe depression for the last three years since I was hit head on by a SUV while training on my bicycle. During these three years I have attempted suicide multiple times, committed suicide once but managed to stay alive.
I still struggle, but I'm making a conscious effort of sharing my struggle with mental health disorders, depression, and suicide. I share very personal details of my fight so people will wake up and see how serious this problem really is! I want to spark change and action, because I'm done seeing this nation continually sweep mental health under the rug to resolve itself.
I'm raising money for the AFSP because I know first hand they need more funding. I want it so anyone who calls the Lifeline number to connect with someone immediately and to never have to wait on hold! Every second counts when someone is on the edge, and they need a human instantly, no waiting. We need more people to pick up that phone to talk to that person. We need more advancements in medication that doesn't have a side effect of suicide to help people in need of it. I've tried a couple of anti-depressant and each one resulted in me trying to commit suicide. A drug that is supposed to help fight depression should be killing people!
This is my story, and my purpose going forward, and I will not rest until we fully prevent suicide! Please join me, and please help make a difference by helping me reach my goal by donating to my fundraiser page. All donations are 100% tax deductible and benefit the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP), funding research, education, advocacy, and support for those affected by suicide.
I'm so excited that part two of my coming out story and quest for my first Ironman is no live on Live Feisty Media ... I talk about what it was like navigating women's locker rooms and how it almost made me rethink my journey to Ironman.
It's difficult to understand brain injuries until you have one, and it's a club you really don't want to be a member of. It's a type of injury that is fairly easy to identify with a number of common symptoms, such as, difficulty remembering new information, difficulty thinking clearly, fuzzy or blurred vision, dizziness, headache, sensitivity to noise and/or light, issues with balance, drastic mood swings … just to list a few. Determining the extent of damage, and it's long term effect, on the other hand is extremely difficult. Unless you have a brain bleed, nothing is visible on MRI or CT, two of the most common methods of imagining the brain. It's really a new frontier for the medical world. We simply can't wait for people suffering from brain injuries to die, in order to physically look at their brain and see the CTE, or other damage that's a result from head injuries. They're just starting to gather the data, and test how to find these problems while the person is still alive, which can lead to better rehabilitation, and change any many full contact sports/jobs.
This single event changed my life, and the lives of everyone around me forever.
That was two years ago, and here we are today. I'm still recovering, still healing, still learning limits and how to adjust my life to accommodate my on going TBI and symptoms.
This Sunday marks the end of a nine month journey to becoming an Ironman finisher. So much work, blood, sweat, and tears to finally reach this point, and it's amazing how far I've come. It's best to talk about what pushed me to make Ironman Coeur d'Alene my goal.
Back in 2015, while riding my bike home, I was hit head on by a SUV. For someone reason, the woman who was driving this SUV decided on that day, and that time to cut a corner, and plow right into me. I've been told that I was thrown off my bike a good 30 to 40 feet ... every part of my head took the blunt of that distance covered. If it wasn't for my helmet, I would have been dead on the scene.