Most of you know in '97 I broke everything form the neck up. My upper. lower jaws, palate, crushed my nose flat, disintegrated my left eye socket, destroyed my left sinus, double concussion, sever head trauma and a fractured skull behind my face from COMPRESSION since I snapped the steering wheel off with my face!
Two weeks after I got out of the hospital, when my jaw was wired shut and I was broken from the neck up—I was tossed out by the woman I had just asked to marry me a few brief weeks before. "I don't love you anymore, I don't want to be with you anymore, get out" Her words to me. No warning. No therapy. No help. I had to move back in with my parents, physically wrecked and emotionally shattered.
I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t sleep. I was done, I was crushed, I was (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) shattered!
I don’t mean I wanted to die—just that I didn’t want to wake up anymore. I sobbed myself to sleep most nights for two months straight, I literally prayed most night, don't let me wake up it hurts too much, I cant stand it. That kind of emotional and psychological pain? There’s no pill for it. No cast. No brace. It’s just raw and it hurt every waking moment.
Then one night, I was truly at the end of my rope. I didn’t know what else to do, so I prayed. Just one sentence:
“Lord, help me. I can’t do this anymore, i can't take it, I am at the end of my rope, If you can hear me—please help me.”
I went to bed broken, depressed not wanting to wake up ever.
Eight hours later, I woke up... healed. Not all at once, not perfectly—but the depression was gone, the sadness, gone. The emotional agony? Gone. The physical pain? Diminished.
No medications. No therapy. Just one quiet prayer from the dark.
Call it what you want. I call it divine intervention. And it reaffirmed what I already believed: that God hears you, especially when you’re too broken to shout, and you ASK for help rather than demand it.
So to anyone hurting:
You are not alone. Ask for help.
Ask your family. Ask your friends. Ask a pastor, a counselor—or just close your eyes and ask God. Because when we hide our pain, people think we’re okay, they might think we are strong and we can handle it. They don’t see we’re falling apart inside.
So please... ask.
If what happened to me in ’97 didn’t break me, don’t let your battle break you.
You can come back. I did!
Mike (if you ever need a hand help or an ear hit me up via PM drop your number Ill call, I promise)
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