It really sucked when I was introduced to disability. I mean there I was, once able to, then not able to. What was I supposed to do with that?
The last thing on my mind was healing, I was consumed with what happened. It exploded literally everything about me. It took over and I couldn’t find anything I would ever do again.
I spent a lot of time working on getting myself back to the way I was, the way I wanted to be. I can’t really explain how difficult that was, but it was like climbing a mountain without a summit. It seemed that every time I took a step I fell backwards and tumbled down to where I started. I had to start over, and over, and yes, over again.
I was so consumed by the many changes in my life that I couldn’t pay attention that anything good could happen. I tried so hard to climb that mountain, but the tumbles kept happening, and beating me up.
What I didn’t see were the many milestones I had reached, that I was getting closer. They were small but because I took on the climb, I somehow found the courage to keep going. Each step led to another, and my destination became closer. I found myself higher up the mountain and didn’t look back. I made it to the top. I did it –
A little at a time.
