Well I should point out firstly that while I acted irrationally and at times delusionally, I never did anything embarrassing. As far as people around me were concerned I was living life to the fullest.

After the crash I thought my life was over. For 10mos I had lived the high life, spent lots of money, and took one huge risk after another (I climbed mountains, kayaked in the ocean, explored caves, back country camped, 4X4'd up remote mountainsides - all alone usually without telling people what I was doing.) To go from living at a 100mph to zero was the most horrible experience of my life.

I had to apologize to everyone - including some people I had hurt or walked over during the process. The worse part was my family brought me home. So now I was not only without the activities I had become accustomed to but I was away from those aquaintances which had become so close to me.

It's been three years and I still have a lot of anger about losing my 'life' persay. I haven't replaced either the friendships or activities with new. If it wasn't for my BF I would have nothing - exept my family.