I'm not sure why but my anxiety is through the roof.
I have been working hard to regain my independence. I have been using my walker at home and still use my wheelchair on bad days and in public. I want to upgrade to forearm crutches, next.
I know I wasn't expected to walk, and maybe I am too stubborn and stupid to accept my fate. I can't even entertain the thought of being in the the prison of a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I don't hate my life but I miss the freedom of my past.
I can't help but wonder in these moments what was I thinking?
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