About a year ago I was playing basketball in the gym against the boys when I got the worst injury ever. I had broke my knee and my tibia. I ended up having to get 6 screw and two rods in my knee. I still have all of the parts in my knee today.
So being injured meant that I would be out to recover. I was out for 8 months recovering from surgery and then out another 4 months doing therapy. In this time I couldn't really do the things that I enjoyed doing. All I did was sit at home and eat and just watch television. I mostly just had one friend that would come and sit with me and hang out with me. And with all of the sitting around that I got to do I was also thinking a lot and realized a lot of things. Just to get to the point I became really depressed and wouldn't leave the house and talk to anyone and I became really grumpy towards everyone. I would just sit and cry because I couldn't do things with my friends and I couldn't even do stuff for myself. Me and my mom could be coming from Jonesboro and pass the gym and I would just start crying because I missed it. Softball was killing me. I would go outside and sit in a chair just to throw a softball with my dad. I look back at how things were when I was injured and I am mad at myself for letting myself get the way that I did.
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