From denial through acceptance- the story behind my recovery

I received a message on Facebook the other day from a fellow Screaming Eagle that said…

“Hey brother I know you don’t remember me but I was in HHC 1-502. I just wanted you to know that I think it is amazing you don’t let your injuries stop you from enjoying life. How do you do it? I’ve just got a screwed up back and TBI and I just can’t find a way to understand why and how to move on. If you have any advice I’d love to hear it. Thanks”

My short answer to him was- fitness. I am a true believer that the healthier you are, the happier you are. But, his message made me think more about my own personal trials and how fitness has helped me.

Immediately following my injury, I avoided drinking alcohol because I knew it was a trap so many people fall into after a serious injury.  I also decided to come off of all pain medications as quickly as possible to prevent an addiction to prescription drugs. After losing my arm and leg, as well as suffering from other injuries, I entered what’s known as the 5 stages of grief.  It began with denial, I felt as though the loss of two limbs, following the initial shock, wasn’t that big of a deal.  I chose not to experience most of what Walter Reed Army Medical Center and the numerous veterans organizations had to offer and I didn’t bond well with the other injured veterans in my same situation.  Truthfully, I was an arrogant jerk that refused help and thought my recovery would be better than the others because I didn’t see myself as injured.  This lasted for months, practically close to a year and seemed to overlap into the next stage, anger.

The anger seemed to stem from the denial.  Because I was blind to what was actually going on, little things would set me off like a time bomb.  Loosing my arm above the elbow meant that there were countless tasks, small and big that at first felt truly impossible.  I would get so frustrated and blow up on those around me when I couldn’t get something done as easily as I could prior to my injury.  I felt so helpless trying to open something like a pickle jar and then having to ask my wife to do it for me, I started to feel useless.  On top of all that, I was trying to walk on a prosthetic leg which had a knee I couldn’t control like my own.  I would fall in the house and every so often in public.  When I was outside I was so paranoid of falling, that my full concentration revolved around walking from point A to point B.  That would build up anger which I suppressed until I was home and then I would lash out over something as minor as trying to find the T.V. remote.  A vicious cycle began in which I became mad at myself but then tried to not get mad at what I couldn’t help yet, somehow my anger still came out later over something so trivial.  And though I was off medication, after a year I figured I beat the ‘over drinking’ possibility and allowed myself to have one, two, maybe 8 drinks every once and a while.  But suddenly every once and a while became every day, and eventually I found myself at stage 3, bargaining.

I mean, why couldn’t I have a drink whenever I wanted one? I sacrificed two limbs for this country.  I was forced to live in a way that wasn’t normal to what I was once used to. Everything I did took much more energy and work to accomplish, even just tying my own shoes.  I deserved a drink whenever I wanted a drink! It kept me grounded, calm and relaxed.  I earned it.  And, it slowly ate away at everything I used to stand for.  Nothing mattered more than getting a drink, hanging out with the guys and doing the one thing that felt good, the one thing that allowed me to forget my injuries.  This self medication spiral I entered was clearly never good for me.  I was out of shape, miserable and hard to be around at times.  It was the over lapping and reoccurrences of denial, anger and bargaining that led me into the worst stage of all, depression.

I remember days where I wouldn’t leave the house.  I slept on the couch, I was up all night watching anything that was on television.  I spent hours on the computer researching random topics just to keep busy.  Just recalling those times today makes me sad.  I felt too tired to be angry, or anything else.  I put on my happy face when I went out in public but I really just wanted to be left alone.  Each day seemed to put me further and further into a deep dark hole that seemed impossible to climb out of, and I didn’t have the strength to try even if I could.

Just as things got as bad as they could possibly get, my cousin invited me to workout with him.  I thought “whatever” I could use a little gym time.  Suddenly what began as a visit to the gym turned into the uphill battle out of the pits of depression that I needed.  It started slow, a few days a week.  My diet went from beer, cigarettes and junk food to protein shakes, grilled chicken, and water.  I found that working out wasn’t as easy as it was before, not only because I had allowed myself to get so out of shape, but because of my injuries.  Looking back, it was my injuries that made it interesting and new.  It was as though I was 14 again and in a weightlifting room for the first time.  working out became a trial and error process in which I got to find out what worked and what didn’t.  My attitude changed, my goals changed, more importantly, my life changed.  I slowly became healthier and happier.

It is estimated that approximately 50% of people who start an exercise program will quit within 6 months (Wilson & Brookfield, 2009). I had tried getting back into shape a few times before it finally stuck shortly after my injury. What helped this time was actually making the commitment.  A person cannot make a drastic change without a drastic shift in their entire life.  I started with setting realistic goals for myself.  I kept track of every workout, every pound, every repetition and every set.  I used this information to build off of and as encouragement when I wasn’t seeing or feeling the change going on inside and outside of my body.  I competed in numerous events, small ones at first but then I entered bigger and longer competitions and challenges.  None of the above happened overnight and truthfully, I am still not quite where I want to be physically, but it’s my desire for more that pushes me further.

When someone new meets me, they sometimes assume I am different than most.  They think I have the secrets to success which enable me to compete.  That, I may have suffered an injury but my body is designed to race.  Anyone who thinks that is wrong.  I struggled, and continue to struggle, as we all do.  Getting healthy and staying healthy is not an easy task for any of us.  It is not a hobby but a complete lifestyle change, a lifestyle change that can and will better your life.  We all have challenges, our injuries are different but they are never a good excuse. We all struggle with balancing our time between work and family yet we somehow find the time to watch television but not time to be fit.  Its proper time management that we lack, not lack of time.

My climb out of the darkness of depression was not easy, but I have seen it as possible.  My stages of grief were necessary for me to grow and to finally reach the acceptance stage of my injuries.  I wouldn’t change anything that has happened to me, I am honestly better for it.  My training grows with me, and, I have no desire to quit anytime soon.  Telling someone to be healthier is like spitting into the wind.  It takes showing them that anything is possible that changes lives.  Don’t tell someone why you can’t do something, show them how strong you are because you overcame those obstacles.  Above all, let those around you see that you don’t just train, you Train Like a Machine.

11 thoughts on “From denial through acceptance- the story behind my recovery”


  2. Thank you Noah for another very encouraging lesson…I have learnt so much from you. I want to get back into a gym programme…I HAVE to….I know it will do me good…physically, mentally and emotionally. Hope you are well :-)

  3. This is amazing and the motivation you provide people around the world with your experiences is invaluable! True admiration.

  4. Noah,
    Your picture should be placed besides the word “inspiration” in the dictonary. Thanks for your hard work and congrats on the Men’s Health magazine cover!

  5. Noah,

    I’ve read your story and I’ve seen you dance on TV. You really are an inspiration now to so many. I know you do everything you can to help your fellow vets.

    I am also a 101st vet and no where near as injured as many of our brothers including yourself. After six years I am still dealing with PTSD, depression and pain from a beat up body. Therapy helps and the meds help, but it doesn’t fix it. The most discouraging thing for me is the pain, both physical and emotional. I just haven’t been able to push myself past it. Do you have any advice?

    1. Zach,
      Thank you for serving. We all have different experiences and journeys and we all have different needs. For me, my kids are a big motivator – you’ll find your path. The only advice I can give is to just stick with the therapy and know that the best rewards are gained through hard work. Keep working!


  6. I’m very proud of you. I’ m also very proud FOR you! You’ve done a great job of representing the people that raised you. And your description of your struggles with pride– especially your refusal to take the easy pity-party way out. In a very human, humane, vulnerable way, you’ve spoken up for yourself as being no super -christian, but a blood-and-guts, Godfearing real man. Your very real experiences read better than any high-dollar Hollywood script.

    1. noah, i am one of the guys that have inspired so many people throughout the years. i also have some pretty devastating injurys , not to compare mine to yours, but just the same its pretty much relative as im sure you must know. i can only imagine how devastated you must have felt losing two limbs…..i still struggle with my injurys because i still have the drive that i always had, even some thirty-five years later !!!! but one glimpse of you and knowing only a fraction of what youve been through, makes me almost ashamed of myself. but im not ashamed, as people like us have a drive that only we can understand….so for somone like me to be truly inspired by you, is somthing i dont know how to put into words , but ill try. thankyou for never giving up. thankyou for inspiring me . which you have. ill be following youre story and again thanx for the encourgement, it couldnt have come at a better time in my life. thanx again, bobby……..

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