Almost a year ago now I got hit with a series of injuries on top of the existing injuries I already had, which sidelined me from playing all together and also meant I had to use crutches. Within the next month, I tried to come back from my injuries and pitch in a game and by the time I had finish warm-ups, I could barely move my hip. I wasn't healed.

By the next week, I could barely move without being in excruciating pain, even with all the pain medication I was on. My hip was so bad I couldn't even get into my bed and resulted in sleeping on my air mattress in the middle of my dorm room. It was agonizing. Not just because the pain was so bad but because I couldn't play the sport I love. I couldn't pitch anymore. My home away from home; the pitching circle was no longer home to me. To say I was discouraged and devastated would be the understatement of the year. It was my first year of college softball and I was sidelined for the whole season. I've debated for almost a year if it would even be worth the risk to play again.

But today for the first time in ten months I held and throw a softball. I was ecstatic, to say the least. I felt whole and complete for the first time in a while. All of a sudden everything didn't seem that bad because at least I was doing what I love. Today was the beginning of me being me again. Today was the beginning of my comeback.

I know it won't be easy, it'll probably be one of the hardest things I've done. I know it will come with more pain and having to work harder than everyone else just to maintain healthiness. But I am ready for all of this and everything else this road leads to. I am ready for the day I am in the pitching circle again and doing what I love. I know it'll all be worth it in the end. Because why give up on something you love if you don't have to. So mark words. My comeback is here.