I gage my independence a little differently, but I would imagine we all do.
“I’m living in a world that wasn’t built for me, but here I am thriving.”
I can’t do the things I used to do. It’s definitely stressful (that’s an understatement) and it’s becoming easier and easier to become resentful of this fact. It’s a hard pill to swallow that at the prime age of 22, my body is failing me. I used to be able to walk across campusContinue reading “My Body Is Failing Me”
If I had a normal body, I dream that I would be a runner. It would be my release. The burn would help me escape from my thoughts, but the routine would also help me sort them. I dream that I’d play softball on an adult Sunday team, with no stress, just the fun ofContinue reading “Different Life, Different Goals”