from breakdown to breakthrough
Oct 25, 2020
5 minutes
It was July 2017. Like every other school day I left home at 2 o’clock to fit in a run before picking my little one up on the way home. I was 35 years old, super fit and hadn’t seen a doctor in eight years. That was all about to change.
I remember grabbing my running shoes and heading out the door; what happened after that I still have no recollection of.
WAKING UP HANDCUFFED
I woke up fighting, angry, confused – and handcuffed. I was in an unfamiliar place with noises and voices I didn’t recognise. The only thing I could make out was a pile of chopped up running clothes beside my bed. My body would not move, no matter how much I willed it to.
I was attached to many medical devices,
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