I'm now 41 years post-injury. I can speak to the first two years. I was highly vulnerable. I was only 18 years old, starting university, and then I wasn't there anymore. I'd lost my place and my identity.
I returned to university later. I have friends, I have a career. I have things that would have been lost to me, although MAID wasn't an option then. If in those acute stages I had opted for MAID, it would have been a life extinguished. I was so thankful that option wasn't there.
I think of the learned colleague just a few minutes ago who quoted a poet. I think also of Dylan Thomas. That is:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
....
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I think that's a personal motto now for me.