Hard for me to believe that it's been over 10 years that I broke my neck. My intention for writing again is to unload my mind and hopefully contribute some fresh air to the polluted internet. I've had a lot of time to think about life and it'll take a while to unpack.
Daily living in the physical pain is a gigantic pain in the ass when confined in a wheelchair. Superlatives and plastered smiles aside, lets call disability what it is...can we agree on "less than ideal"?
But it sure keeps you humble. Under the glossy hood of cover magazine standards is a world of hurting humans. I can only speak for myself and I'd be a fool if I didn't footnote and underscore that -
I have been very blessed in this life.
It's pretty easy to want to try and catalogue the strife I go through every day and night. But why bother when all around me are people dealing with pain on many levels. I am a blessed human being, meaning: I did relatively nothing to deserve my life, family, friends, health, my country or the space I occupy in it.
I say that as a disclaimer so that I don't gloat over those less fortunate. It's easy to forget sometimes. There's always another perspective. I'll leave it there and score the victory of a first post in a long time.