In my first post I described some of my experiences in the hospital a year ago. Honestly what I wrote about Hell serves no justice to what it was really like.  I can recall every detail of the journey which lasted three days.  One thing I recall that was very relevant was what my nurse asked me before it truly began.  We were walking the halls and she asked me if I had any regrets in my life?  I said " No,  because you can't change the past anyway"  Then it was on, and it's sad to say I have…

I have been living in Seclusion at my mothers home since my coma a year ago.  It was August 14th a year ago that I survived the worst time of my life.   I had endured a month stay at the hospital and even escaped in only scrubs and a IV hanging out of my neck.  I wondered the streets hoping to get a cab and come home for I knew my father was dying and I wanted to be home more than anything.  I had no control over what I was doing, and found a familar house that was a friend of my brother's. …