Help Christine raise money

Sooo, everybody has a story or 2 or 10, don't they? I feel like I might have about 100,000 of them by now but I'll spare you most of those gory details because thank God, my storyline changed course last year when a blessing in disguise came in the form of a terrible accident which severed my spine, shattering L1-L5,S1 and my pelvis. I was put back together with rods and screws and the determination of a medical team to give me the ability to possibly walk again. After months in the hospital, rehab, and back home again finally with some family, and a few very good friends that kept me going, kept me fed, helped me do everything, kept my animals alive and most importantly, gave me hope. 

This, unfortunately, wasn't the only battle I was fighting. My lifelong struggle with alcohol and addiction decided to become front and center once again. During my hospital stay and my subsequent physical rehabilitation, I found myself happily reacquainted with pain killers. Woo-hoo! Except not woo friggin hoo this time. First, because I actually needed them and second, because I eventually ran out. I was still in pain but the docs could see the signs and the awesome heartless bastards cut me off. So I drank, and I drank and I drank heavily. Unfortunately but fortunately, I found myself back in rehab. A different type of rehab, of course. One where the days bleed together in misery, withdrawal, anger, resentment, self pity, self loathing, ALL the things that make you want to die, to scream at the top of your lungs "why does God hate me???" It wasn't enough to be defeated, you had to feel it hard, down deep in your soul, to your very core. As if that wasn't enough, you also had to admit it. Lol. Outloud and dont stop there, admit ALL your weaknesses, nothing but brutal honesty would suffice. Down the road, with love and support, counseling, all the things, I saw a sliver of light on the horizon. I thought, just maybe, maybe I could do this. Just maybe is enough, if you want it! And I did, and I do.

Sooo, here I am, 9 months later, clean and sober, running a 5 friggin K tomorrow with the Boston Bulldogs and my Relief home group who helped me back to some semblance of sanity after rehab. It's ironic because I haven't run more than half a block my entire life unless I was trying to get to the liquor store before closing. Anyway, I'll probably be walking most of it but whatever, I'm showing up as I am for life now.

Thanks for listening and wish me luck tomorrow! If you can show some support, it's for a good cause. As the saying goes, its always good to have a bulldog in your corner! 

Peace out ✌️ 

Christine