This photo was taken by my mother three years ago on our way to a wedding, a few months after I fell out a window after being awake for 48 hours and fracturing my pelvis and spine. Up until that point I was a rather reckless person and thought about death a lot, but at the moment I fell I felt very strongly that I wanted to survive.
People have accidents every day, many of whom are much more sensible than me, and face death or brain injuries or never get to walk again. But I was very lucky and today with regular physiotherapy I can walk and dance.
It also cured me of obsessing over the parts of my body I loathed, and I now have a lot more respect for my body as something that permits me the freedom to do the things I love. So whenever I am depressed, I remind myself that when I felt close to death, I was ecstatic to be alive.
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