It is
somewhat a surprise that I actually survived the last year. It’s exactly a year
ago when everything came unravelled in what I thought was my life. It was the
beginning of the end which turned out to be the creation of my revolution. You
have to hit the lowest of the lows to really know what you’re capable of as a
human being.
I though
my world was crashing down on me. It started slow, like a first time rider on a roller-coaster. The anticipation of the climb to the top of the incline, I knew
something was coming- but wasn’t sure what or how it was going to affect me.
You
cannot prepare for it. It is impossible. You can try. Put in an effort, but
still doesn’t prep you for the darkest holes we can reach. Sorry, reach is the
wrong word. Reach is something you gain, like reaching the mountain top. You dig holes. That’s what I did. I dug
a fucking huge hole. In that hole, there was no one but me and it was dark.
Very dark. Light did not, and could not exist.
It is
hard to explain without me sounding responsible. I 100% blame myself for what
happened in my life. I am affected/was influenced by an illness that I have to
fight each day. I am accountable for not getting help earlier in my life.
Probably, as far back as my late teens. That is something I cannot control nor
dwell upon. Rather, something I must accept and motivate others who suffer in
silence to get the help. Breaking my silence was one of the most difficult, if
not, the most difficult decisions of my life.
I have
accepted that I was a bad partner. I have accepted that I disappointed my
family. I have accepted that I was not the best friend possible. I have
accepted that I may have wasted many years of my life by not getting help.
I cannot
make up for the lost time. I cannot rectify mistakes I may have made. I
cannot apologize enough to the people in my life that I may have been mean or
disrespectful to. I will never be able to pay back people that have stood by me
to ensure my safety. It’s humbling.
I thank
you all.
Last
Christmas was blurry. I remember only some parts- the bad parts. The holidays can trigger a
lot of emotions, feelings, and thoughts. That’s why I came home to Newfoundland
for Christmas. Yeah, it was very difficult being away from my son during the
holidays, but I also felt it was very important for me to do what I thought and
felt was best for my health, so I could be around for my son’s Christmas next
year.
I still
cry when I think of last year. I never cried so much as I did during the
holidays of 2015. To the point where I couldn’t breathe. I had enough. I couldn’t
hide it anymore. I couldn’t contain it. It was a complete mental and emotional
breakdown. Ten years or so of negative feelings and thoughts came out of me
through the tears in my eyes. To be honest, I needed that to happen or I wouldn’t
be here today.
I still
remember the first day of 2016. I was parked at the gas station near Halifax
Airport. I was picking up one of my players. I found out earlier that day, my
ex had moved on. That led to me believing I wouldn’t see my son again. It led
to a lot of negative thinking. In hindsight, it was an opening for me to
finally reach for help. I cried and cried on the phone. The tears slithered
down my face like a snake. I didn’t know it was conceivable that someone could excrete
so much liquid through their eyes. I thought I wouldn’t see another day. I
thought my life was over. I thought of every negative thing possible. I wouldn’t
wish that feeling on my worst enemy. No one deserves to feel that pain; only
me. I deserved it.
It was
only a few days later that I thought about hooking a hose up to the vehicle,
pulling in the garage, revving the engine, and hushing the pain. End the torture.
The suffering was almost over.
Almost.
The end
of my story would have read like this, “Hockey coach found dead in garage in team
vehicle after an apparent suicide.”
But some
lucky person didn’t get to write that. My parents didn’t have to read it. My
friends and family didn’t have to read it. My son didn’t have to read it. My
players didn’t have to read it. No one had to read it.
If I killed myself, people would have questioned, "Why would he do that? He has a lot of good things in his life." People would have never known the truth because I never spoke of the truth of my illness to anyone. They would have never known of my mental illness. If I killed myself, there would be more people that would have no idea or insight on what Depression is. That is why i made a commitment to me, and others to help.
People
ask me what stopped me. I reflect back and I believe that answer is ‘hope’.
No clue
what I was hoping for, but something inside of me said, “Not tonight, T.J.”
It felt
like one voice versus a million. The odds were against me, but I had a chance
because I had a breath left in me. That is all it takes. The hope of one little
breath, one little voice. That was the commencement of my change. The inauguration
of my new life.
Some may
question me, “Why are you reflecting back
on this T.J.?”
Simple
answer, really. It allows me to show people how far I have come. But it also
reminds me of how far I have come. It symbolizes hope. Quite honestly, I didn’t think I would make
it to Christmas 2016. And now, here I am, 50+ blog posts later. Hundreds of messages from people from all over Canada telling me I have helped them or a family member. People have even told me I have saved their life. That is amazingly impactful to me and my fight. It has been a humbling experience, and I look forward to continuing to help people. Trust me, it is possible to fight this illness. I am walking proof.
Not only
did I make it here, I have reached other milestones as well.
Saw my
son turn four.
Saw my
son play hockey for the first time.
Helped
others get help or be there for them when they needed someone.
Met so
many new and inspiring people.
Mend and
renewed my relationship with my parents and sister.
Got a
tattoo that symbolizes me. (Never thought I get one)
257 days
of sobriety. No alcohol since April 2016.
16 days
of suicide-free thoughts.
It is safe to say this holiday is a little more positive than last years'.
"The first step towards change is awareness. The second step is acceptance."
-Nathaniel Branden
Yours Truly,
T.J. Smith