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In 2006, I tried to climb #MtKilimanjaro with a friend. On the last day up, about 1.5 hours from the peak, I vomited and passed out. I was nauseous, freezing and exhausted. It felt like the worst hangover of my life. I didn't want to go up. I didn't want to go down. I just wanted to die, so I wouldn't have to move anymore.
I didn't, obviously. Our guide picked my useless ass up and helped me stumble, fall and vomit my way back to the nearest hut in front of the hundreds of people summiting the mountain that day, most of whom did reach the peak along with my friend.
I failed. I failed spectacularly, I failed horrifically, I failed to the point that I wanted to die. But I didn't die, and now I know: that won't kill me. And as the cliché goes, it makes me stronger. #tbt