It’s been a long struggle, learning to accept myself. I’ve come as far to say I love and appreciate every scar, every flaw. My setbacks lead me to where I am today, taking those first steps again- I was reborn.
21 long months, they said I would never walk again- making each step sweeter. My artificial leg marked all the work I had done to rebuild my life.
So now I guess I’m doing the impossible, but I had to do this, fear could not get the better of me.
Whether I came out of it alive made no difference, the reward outweighed the risk.
The water washed over me I felt overcome with emotion and liberation, losing my leg those months ago to the great white had not been in vain- this is the freest I’ve felt in my life!
Going back to the Indian Ocean was perfect closure.