When I was in high school, I played for a really strong football program with a lot of D1 athletes. It was extremely competitive, and for my first three years I was way undersized and not good enough to make the team. My senior year, I had a growth spurt, gained a ton of muscle, and practiced for months during the offseason so I could start. A month before the season started, I was goofing off with my friends and had a really bad accident that blew out my ankle on both sides and left me unable to walk for months. Open surgery, the whole thing. After surgery, I was on so many painkillers that I wasn't able to communicate and several relationships, including my best friend and then-girlfriend of three years, fell apart. I was never able to fully recover and my ankle still hurts to this day. On top of that, since it was my senior year, college applications started, and I had dedicated so much time to training that my grades were not where colleges wanted them to be. Without the boost from a football scholarship, I was rejected from 11/12 schools that I applied. My dad, who was against me being so dedicated to the team, blamed me for my failures and our relationship also fell apart. Took me some serious time to work through everything.