I am constantly reminded of the simplicities that dictated my life before I left for college. Its now that I realize it was those simplicities that kept me sane. Driving past the waves a few times a week, walking along the shore every couple weeks or so. To think back on it now it kept me grounded, my silent routine of telling the ocean my woes. To look at my reflection, to see it ripple and morph... » Continue Reading
There is something particularly malicious about the way a disability acts. It does not matter how much energy I have, how willing I am to take on the day, how much I really want to do something. It is not my choice. The way my day moves forward is entirely dependent on how my body is responding. I've woken up unable to walk, sometimes unable to move at all. That was not my choice, it will never be... » Continue Reading