Today is a celebration for two reasons.
It is the six year anniversary of the day I broke my neck. Every year I am proud of myself when I reach the 26th of May, another year under the belt.
And of course, the Scottish cup victory secured the double and sealed off a season that has provided so many great memories.
Throughout the challenges over the last six years one of the few things to have stayed constant has been Celtic’s ability to keep me motivated. If anything, I rely on that ability more and more as the years pass by.
I don’t know how I would have coped at times without Celtic to drive me on. It may seem cheesy, it may be clichéd but it is true, the club and the fans are unlike any other. A family.
I look back over the last six years and Celtic have been a massive influence every step of the way (no pun intended!).
When I was at my lowest, drugged up to my eyeballs on morphine and depressed by life, I remember that going to the football was my only regular motivation to get out of bed and live my life.
I discarded friendships, refused to socialise, spent my days angry and bitter while shooting down anyone who offered their support. I was not living my life, I was existing. I would come to life at the weekend then sink back into my rut until the next game.
My very darkest days came just a few years ago. Ironically, Celtic were going through their own depression under the Tony Mowbray regime. I only need to look back at those days to recognise how much times have changed for myself and also for Celtic.
Our regular starters included Gary Caldwell, Landry N’Guémo, Josh Thompson and Marc-Antoine Fortuné (£3.8m!!!). Christ knows I needed the morphine, it helped numb the pain of watching!
Now we have clubs across the UK and the rest of Europe envying us for having talents like Fraser Forster, Victor Wanyama and Gary Hooper. We have enjoyed an incredible European campaign topped off with the domestic double. Changed days indeed.
Adapting since the accident has been a personal battle of ups and downs but I have never been in a better place than I am now. Celtic have mirrored that fight. From the successes under Strachan to the doom and gloom of Mowbray we are now back in the European spotlight and bursting with potential.
It is wise to remember the struggles but it is a journey to be proud of and we should enjoy every moment while we are on top, who knows what the future holds.
When we sing You’ll Never Walk Alone at Paradise it is much more than just another football song. It is about the heart and soul of what it means to support Celtic and is a message that guides me through year after year.
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
It reminds me that I need my courage and strength to keep battling through life’s challenges.
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
It reminds me that during the toughest times I need to keep fighting because there is always an end in sight promising peace and respite.
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
It reminds me that I will always face challenges and I will have setbacks but I can’t let them stop me.
Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You’ll never walk alone
Most importantly it reminds me to stay positive because I am never walking along this path on my own.
For the last six years I have never been alone. I have had Celtic close to my heart at all times but the encouragement and backing offered freely by my fellow supporters has been just as influential. You may not realise your importance to me but I promise you that I would not be the person I am without you.
Thank you, each and every one of you.