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On each “Why Not Wednesday” we hear about someone else’s detour in life.  The more inspiring stories we hear about people dealing with unexpected difficulties,  the more empowered we are to deal with our own detours in life.

Everyone’s life “detours” eventually.  It’s what we do with that detour that makes the trip amazing.

After my coma, I was led on quite a few detours – detours that provided me with superhero strength.  So now, I’d like you to meet an incredibly strong Detourist who reached out to me and truly inspired me.  That is the superpower of all Detourists – we ALL have a story.  We’ve got to share them to KNOW how amazing we all are!

With that said, share your story with our community here, and…Take it away, Meg!

My name is Meg Crane and I’m a #Detourist. 

Early 2017, things were looking amazing for me. I was motivated and energized about my career as a freelance writer, and even put in notice at my part-time editing job so I could dedicate more time to what I love most. After a lifetime of mental health struggles, I was starting to figure out how to take care of myself in ways that reduced my anxiety and depression levels, and I’d started dating someone who I was super jazzed about.

The only problem was, he lived in the US and I lived in Canada. But we made due and I drove across the border a couple of times to visit Luke. 

On Feb. 28, still feeling great about my future, I left his home in Helena, MT to start the 17 hour drive home to Winnipeg, MB. I stopped myself from crying, but the thought “I wish I didn’t have to leave” ran through my mind for the first hour and a bit of the trip. I thought it over and over until my car slid on an icy corner, the front driver’s side hitting a cement barrier on the median going 60 m/hr then spinning into the ditch. It was later I realized that I’d gotten my wish.

I wasn’t checked out on scene. A couple of truckers stopped and asked if I was okay. I thought I was, so paramedics weren’t called. A tow truck left with my car, which I was told was likely written off, and Luke took me back to his place, shaking uncontrollably.

For the next few days, I tried to hide how awful I was feeling as well as my panic about it. I felt like I was in a fog. Concentrating was impossible. I was dizzy, nauseous and in unbearable pain. My memory of that week, and the weeks following, are dream-like. A lot of what happened is missing. I know I couldn’t focus on work, which was incredibly frustrating. I had deadlines to meet and a huge to-do list to prepare for my job ending. But I couldn’t even focus on watching TV or listening to podcasts. I hurt too much to craft and was too unsteady to go for walks. Besides lying in his bed sobbing and panicking with his dog’s head on my chest, I’m not sure how I passed the time.

“You guys need to figure something else out.” I can clearly pull his mom’s words out of the fog. Driving me from physiotherapist to orthopaedic specialist to emergency room five days after the accident, she verbalized what I was thinking; we couldn’t keep doing long distance if this was a potential cost.

With a concussion that left me unable to read or consistently form coherent sentences, I agreed. But I didn’t want to break things off. I found out for sure that Luke felt the same as me when he asked me to marry him. 

I’m still on the road to recovery, juggling the concussion symptoms with rehab for the whiplash and managing my anxiety and depression. I know my career took a hit and getting back into the groove has been hard. But I’m making my way back to the path I was on from my new home in beautiful Montana with a husband whose support I truly don’t know what I’d do without right now.

That is why…I #LoveMyDetour

Meg Crane is a freelance writer and editor. Having struggled with anxiety and depression her whole life, she helps other freelancers and creatives learn how to take care of their mental health while pursuing the work they love. Learn more at megjcrane.com.

 

Wow.  Thank you Meg. It’s amazing what the human spirit is capable of when it’s tested.  You are truly a testament to that!

When life takes an unexpected detour...

All Detourists (which would would be YOU) have stories to tell.  It’s scary to trust that twisted path and follow it, even if you’re not sure where it leads.  Following that trail will lead you to the ultimate gift:  The gift of realizing how incredible you really are.  Don’t believe me?  Check out these wonderful Detourist stories…and then send me yours!

So write me about your detour here, or use #LoveMyDetour on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram!

Instagram #LoveMyDetour Challenge

Instagram Detourist Challenge

There’re more than one way to share your detour.  Sing it, dance it, walk it.  Take a picture of your detour and share it with me on Instagram with #LoveMyDetour – anything goes!  I’ll be featuring your pictures every week in my #LoveMyDetour Gallery.

Hold up a sign, draw a picture, snap a photo of your path.  It could be the very road in front of you…you never really know where it leads, do you?

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