From the time I realized I was different, my parents never let me believe I couldn’t be anything I wanted. My gran always told me I am the way I am for a reason. Now years later, my chosen siblings have taken to putting me back straight when I falter or lose my perspective. I
Category: Chosen Family
Last August I got an Instagram direct message from a website that shares the stories of disabled people from around the world. They had seen my posts and wanted me to share my story with their audience. I was thrilled at the opportunity. Explaining that I was a Blogger and I already share my story
Healing is a word that comes up frequently when people have a conversation with me. Most of the time conversations about me needing healing comes from strangers. I’m sure they mean well but it hurts. The strangers to say I need healing are only seeing my chair and not me. They are seeing when I
This post is a thank you to all the people who have helped make this blog possible and to celebrate 200 blog posts. I hope you all will indulge me in these thank you’s and know I mean them from the bottom of my heart. The first goes to God: thank you for my life
I’ve had a really emotional and tough week. I’m emotional by nature. And easy crier is what I am. Being positive for all of you is important but sometimes it’s difficult. So for this blog post I decided to let you see what it looks like when I have a bad week at least a
When I decided to change the direction of my life, guilt creeped in as did doubt. Had I let my mentors and everybody who loves me down? What if it didn’t work? Did I have anything worth sharing with the world? The questions and work required were daunting. How did I get over the doubts
Being an only child by birth all I wanted was siblings. It seems so great to have people who play with you, give you a place to land after a grueling day, and protect you when you need it. I often prayed for siblings. God heard those prayers and answered. I was given friends who
When I was in high school, my school district had two options for students to take. One was college prep track, and the other was a technical track. those students who wanted to take the college prep track had to take PE…even me who couldn’t do what the other kids did physically. My PE teacher
I didn’t sleep well last night. Sleep is crucial with my type of CP. When I woke up, I was out of sorts. Tears were close for no other reason than to let go of frustration. I know it probably seems like I’m always positive, but I do have tough days in general and with
The CP flareup I shared about last week turned out to more difficult than I thought. It started the day after Thanksgiving and lasted until three days ago. Movement was more than a little difficult. I was in lots of pain. Confusion and frustration took over my mindset. I don’t like feeling like I was