When I got stranded in snow and thought I was going to die, in late 2016, I promised myself if I ever make it down alive I’d live a life without regrets.
But when I made it back home instead of living a full life, I spiraled into my worst state of depression and about to hit rock bottom.
Hopeless and desperate I gave myself a shot and committed to change – but if it didn’t work I was allowed to kill myself.
But now, I was nothing but a visually impaired, broke hobo with a fractured skull with a bleak future. But what’s next?