TIFU by having my personality completely altered following a traumatic brain injury

Note: This wasn't today, the event happened around 2 months ago.

Note #2: My personality prior to this incident could be described as arrogant, bitter, depressive, and pessimistic. I was diagnosed with depression, and I tried it all, from SSRIs to counselors to get rid of these feelings, but nothing helped. I quit all medication years ago prior to this event, as I sort of “gave up” on trying, and accepted the fact that my brain was “faulty”, per se.

It was a normal night, like any other. I was home, and went to sleep around 11PM, like usual. I didn't take any medicine or drugs. Off I went.

Woke up around 3 AM, as something was hurting me in my chest area. The pain got a bit intense, and I sat up and started googling what the problem could potentially be, because I can totally diagnose myself on WebMD. Anyways, as I was reading through the whole list of potential causes for chest pain - my anxiety-filled ass thought I was having a heart attack.

I jumped out of bed and went knocking on my parents' door (they have access to all the medicine in the house) to get something for pain. Didn’t hear anything from them, so I knocked again. As I knocked the second time, something felt off.

I open my eyes. My dad is putting ice on my face, and my mother is pacing back and forth, in total panic. I have no idea what happened, or even where I am. My eyes fixate on a painting we have on our wall, and then it hits me. This painting is on our first floor.

I AM ON THE FIRST FLOOR?

I ask my dad what happened, and he tells me I fell down the stairs. At this point, it still doesn’t really register, and apparently (I learned this after the fact), I asked what happened multiple times. My head was spinning, and I was worried I might never come back from that state of confusion, becoming permanently mentally handicapped not knowing what truly happened. (Once again, anxiety is awesome!)

Blah blah blah, went to the emergency room, checked everything – my neck, my heart, my organs, and nothing was wrong. Turns out I either stood up too fast which led to my blood pressure to drop, or my anxiety caused all this.

Fast forward to today. (~ 2 months later)

Guys, I honestly think what happened to me was some sort of a miracle, or a weird ‘mental health jackpot’. Not only is my depression cured, but my social anxiety is also gone. I no longer hate people, but I see everyone as equal, and try to always be understanding and compassionate. It feels as if my eyes have opened for the first time in years. It’s a night and day difference.

P.S. - I’m not advocating for anyone to jump off the stairs.

TLDR: Guy was depressed and socially anxious for years. Guy passes out on top of the stairs and falls. Guy hits head. Depression cured; social anxiety gone.