India, June 13 -- After an accident in 2010, who knew I would need to relearn how to walk, talk, be again? No one knew anything - not for another three months, they wouldn't. I had descended into another realm. Regaining consciousness after a three-month-long coma isn't quite as rejuvenating as it sounds. The fog in my head. My immobile limbs. The sterile hospital room. The unreality of it all. It felt like just yesterday when I had woken up in my bed in New York City, wandered through the East Village streets, hands linked with my partner's, living quite the dynamic early twenties Wall Street analyst life. And now this.

The chasm between the person I was and the person I had become felt infinite. The reflection I saw in the hospital mir...