I woke up this morning and grey light filled every corner of my room. Reluctantly and still half asleep, i rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. I walked past my walker, every part of me wanted to reach out to it. The walker had become a part of me, my shield from the world, my support as i retrained my legs and my friend in a sense. It had held me up, when i didn’t believe that i had the strength to keep holding on. I showered and talked with my mom about the upcoming holidays and family coming to visit. The closer we get to thanksgiving and big family events the more i feel a lump in my throat.
Crying has become a reoccurring theme in my life. There’s been a lot of sad tears, mad tears and tears coming from pain. However for today, for…
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