I was 20 years old. My life was in the fast lane.I was a stripper. I lived in the bars, but I didn't drink. Honestly, I just loved to dance, but I wasn't happy with the way my life was. I prayed to god all the time to let me die. I guess he showed me I didn't want to die.

One Saturday morn, on 8/26/95. I was driving by a lake. It had just rained the day before. The road was run over with water. Well I hydroplaned and hit a cement telephone pole. I was in a coma for 3 days and on life support. I went to 2 hospitals. The first on was Lakeland regional medical center. The next one was Tampa general rehabilitation.I was there 3 weeks each. Then I went home. I had out patient rehab, for 3 or 4 months I don't remember.

I became pregnant with my son 2 weeks, before I got out of therapy. On Dec. 2, 1996. I gave birth to my son Zackary Rhett Bell. On my own (no father). He is now going to start kindergarten next year.

I have just accepted the fact I have tbi. Its been 7 years. My son is going to school in the next month. Its time to move on with my life. I am a very depressed person. I'm getting help on it tough. That's it for right now.

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