I accept that I am in a wheelchair and that I may never walk(I’ve had one of the best Dr. in my state for my disability tell me this and the reasons why) This does NOT mean that I am happy to be in a chair(No one wants to have to be lifted in and out of the bathroom just to pee, or peeing your pants because you couldn’t get yourself there and fell trying and having to wait for my ex to get home from work to help me get off the floor). It just means that I’m no longer wanting to kill myself because I am not out of it yet I can NOT go back to that I won’t. It was like waking up and going “Is it my turn yet?..No.” Every day for years.

If a stem-cell treatment came out that would fix my dead brain cells near the back of my brain(the cause of my CP) so I could walk or be pain-free I’d be on that in a heartbeat until that day comes will stop focusing on my chair.

I am doing things my way and living my life. I drink Soda more then I should but I’ve only had wine once for the first time this year. I will not be perfect and I am not trying to be. I will only ever be me.