They say that athletes die twice. When the time of being an athlete comes to an end, so does the high of competing, then the feeling of emptiness starts to sneak in, and the things you were running away from through sport are now gradually catching up. As an athlete,
I looked out my window almost every morning as a child to watch my friends walk to the neighborhood pool for swim practice. It looked fun — a team, matching swimsuits, a chance to be outside and make new friends — and I wanted it. I talked to my parents,
Everyone has their own definition of success. Throughout my playing career, I saw success as black and white: things either went according to plan (success) or they did not (failure). As it turns out, not much in my athletic career went as planned. In November of my senior year of
When I was in 8th grade I attended a soccer camp with the varsity team at my high school… Being the youngest there, I naturally felt the need to show them everything I had, and literally put my body on the line. That being said, one hour into the first
In the fight to win back my fitness and health, I have learned that the things you love can sometimes break your heart. This summer I sustained my fifth knee injury on my right knee, warranting the fourth surgery of my college soccer career. I have made the journey from
Broken femur, fractured tibial plateau and fibular head, stress fractures, tendonitis, among many others were the injuries that seemed to define my skiing career. Just when I thought I had made it through my first entire season with no significant injury, the worst one hit. Number two in the Reynolds
I want to start with trigger warning. This trigger warning is for anxiety, depression, and self harm. Now with that out of the way and my mother sufficiently shocked – I promise I am okay! I want to tell my story so that athletes know that they are not alone
The first time I acknowledged that I was mourning my own life while simultaneously living it, I felt weak. After decades of mental resiliency I was ashamed to tell anyone that I was lost; how do you ask someone to help you find your identity? Who could possibly begin to
My spirit has been heavy and troubled so deeply that it is hard to explain. I write this open letter to you not only in reaction to this week’s events, but to be proactive, with the intent to spread awareness, deploy empathy, and elicit an authentic form of activism from
Dear Rugby Family, It hurts to think about what could’ve been. There’s a certain heavy weight of grief that I felt, and sometimes still do, when we were all told the term was cancelled. A sense of identity was lost. The first thought that passed through my mind was “well
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