Everyday lately I have been focusing on my bad leg. I have a bad leg due to the fact that I had an accident in 2003, in which I was in a coma and I shattered my pelvis and my elbow. This led to my one leg being shorter. I fell 7 stories which caused the accident. I don't really recall exactly how it happened. It happened in a parking garage, and my car went missing. I'm not sure if someone pushed me or maybe I even tried to commit suicide. I lead on the fact more of maybe being pushed, because then why was my car missing? Plus maybe subconsciously I don't want people thinking I tried to kill myself. I know some people think that, and it tragically bothers me all the time. Like, it's so pathetic. But the point I'm trying to make is lately I've been focused on it because I feel like I shouldn't have this problem. I shouldn't have an injury, and every day I feel like it's kind of a dream and I'll wake up tomorrow and be all better, back to normal. But no, It's there. I know I should be thankful and I try to be everyday as much as I can, but part of me is still stubborn and says "No, I shouldn't be like this, I should be normal, perfect like I was." But, that's how it goes I guess. I even have these thoughts that people like some of my family and my best friend think I still tried to kill myself, and maybe is was because of my wife or some ****. Idk, and it always goes back to the reason that I'm walking with a limp and all this **** stirs up. It just gets really dark. I soon look at other people like my best friend and get jealous that he is in good condition. Or I look at other people and I'm jealous. I just feel I can't accept this fact. Why can't I accept it? Why can't I just look on the bright side and say I'm glad to be alive?