Many years have passed since inception of a blog/newsletter of me and paralyzed life. 11!
To catch you up, I broke my neck in a diving accident resulting in paralysis and tried to keep people updated via Schlueterpost on my recovery.
At some point, a few years in, I had dead ended myself in every aspect of life ending in -ly and took down all the writing. I felt like I was peddling smoke and wore out by the character (I imagined) I needed to portray to make people happy and inspired.
Inside I was really sad and hopeless. It really, really sucks losing a fully functioning, God given body. An entire blog of Sadness could be written from the laments of daily living to this very day. As I write and look out the window, there is a stab of sadness that I can't go for a sunset walk down at the beach.
But the way I process it is different. Off the bat, I'm thankful that I ever had the chance to walk the beach. I know what the rocks sound like and if I really, really had a passion for it, could fashion a way to do it on wheels. I can't go for a sunset walk, but I can be outside and push down the sidewalk, loosen my shoulders and take in the evening air. Sometimes I can even just sit and sense that I'm alive. This is all very hard to admit on a bad day!
So without any readers, I commence on a short journey to write a few posts. If I sound like a jackass, congrats good intuition. Though it pains me, I'm going to go ahead and do a spotlight review going back to the beginning of this accident.
