Part 2. The climb
 

When I left the hospital, I was weak, I was skinny, and I felt powerless. It took me almost 6 months of just walking around the house every day to feel somewhat normal again. But I hated it. I wanted to feel strong, I wanted to feel powerful. So, I said fuck it, went against the advice of doctors, and joined a nearby gym. At that point, I could barely bench press the bar. But I kept going, I trained every day, ate the foods I knew would help me grow stronger, and most importantly surrounded myself with guys that were where I wanted to be. Fast forward 6 months, and I was more physically capable and stronger than I was before the accident. Most importantly, I had built my confidence back up. I began to look at other areas of my life that I wanted to improve. Career, finances, women. I knew I could do better, so I started to research and put into practice what I was learning. I began to notice my patterns of existence. The internal battles between who I was and who l wanted to become. I knew what goals I wanted to achieve, and who I needed to become in order to attain those goals. I changed the way I viewed the world. But most importantly, I changed the way I viewed myself.