Then I got injured.
I ruptured my ACL on the third meet, ending my season. I was devastated, and even more upset that it wasn’t something I could’ve had control over. When I was injured is when I realized how alone I was, and so easily replaced. At that point nothing else mattered.
I got surgery, stayed at school all summer, and put all my focus and energy into recovering. But I still felt empty. I figured once I got back I’d feel better again because that's who I’ve always been: a gymnast. I came back and had a good season but it still wasn’t good enough for me. Yeah, I felt a little more like myself but I was still hurting on the inside. That’s when I realized that I never fully healed, from anything. I bottled it up and kept pushing because that’s what athletes are supposed to do right?
“It’s time to try.”
"We’ve tried. It doesn’t work.”
“It didn’t work because we were trying to go back to the person we used to be.”
“But I wish I was still her.”
“We have to let go, we have to heal. We’re never gonna be her again. But we can be better, we can be truly happy again.”
“You’re right, let's try again.”