Being Content

Being content with your life is something that I don’t ever think I will be. I can imagine myself being 50 years old and still wanting to tweak something about myself. I remember when this all started happening meaning the relapses were coming one after the other. I was so depressed. I knew at the rate I was going I would eventually end up in a wheelchair. I thought that there was no way I could be happy living my life in a wheelchair. To be honest my depression was so bad I ended up in physic ward for about a week. At that point the thoughts that raced through my head we that there was no point of living if I was going to be in a wheelchair. That week in the physic ward was the last time I saw function in my legs. In fact I literally walked into Emory Hospital that day and haven’t walked since. After that week I was then transferred over to the acute rehab side of the building. I ended up staying there for a 3 to 4 weeks. I could remember being totally convinced that I had to walk again, and that I was going to make it happen. While in therapy I would strain every working muscle in attempts to get some type of movement out of my legs. I was trying so hard that I could remember at one point straining my neck in attempts to achieve movement, which left me in extreme pain for about a week. I continued to tell my physical therapist I want to walk again, and I would focus all my efforts towards that. What I didn’t realize is that the amount of pressure I was putting on myself made things worse for me. By telling myself that I was going to get better and not progressing like I wanted kept me in a deep state of depression. I can look back at that now and be happy or at least satisfied with the progress I’ve made psychologically.  Though I’m nowhere close to where I need to be, but by slightly adjusting my attitude towards being in a wheelchair is a step in the right direction. I’m not saying it won’t be difficult, everyday I find out something else that I’m going to have to learn to do differently. But what I’m also learning is that literally any and everything can be done from a chair. So despite my disabilities nothing should hold me back. 

YOU WILL WALK AGAIN

Well people it been a while since we last talked. Ima try catch you guys up to speed with everything. I'm still at the Shepard Center. They have switched me to a different program though. The last program I was in was really dry and boring and I guess they saw the irritation and boredom on my face, so they switched me to something they call "day program" which consist of me being at the center from 9 to 4 everyday. Which is a lot better than me coming downtown every couple of days for a hour session then going back home. It's crazy because I actually like it. It's almost like a mini community here and they are teaching me not only how to function for myself in a wheelchair but that you can embrace being in a chair and there's nothing wrong with that. I definitely can say that I needed this. It's hard sometimes to embrace the wheelchair situation when your family and friends are constantly telling me "YOU WILL WALK AGAIN". Then I would start to believe it, and put all my efforts into walking. Then when I continue to wake up with no movement in my legs I would get depressed. It was like a never ending cycle that continues and still continues to this day. I could remember last month I was such a dark place that I didn't even want to write on this blog. I felt like what I had to say would probably be best left inside my head and not for the public to see. You see my birthday was last month and I turned 26. The whole month all I kept thinking about was the year before and how depressed I was that I was turning 25, still living in my parents house, still didn't have a solid career, and I was nowhere near financially where I wanted to be. I thought about that and compared it to this year and all those things remained the same only I was adding that I no longer had the use of my legs. Those thoughts swarmed me like a bad disease. Though I still deem these thought to be very true I'm attempting to roll with it. No more late nights begging and pleading with God for my legs back. I have to focus on what I can do for me and that is learn to embrace it for what it is. And if so happens that one day I do get my legs back I will roll with it just the same. Not to say Ive fully grasped this concept yet but it is definitely a seed I'm trying to plant in my brain now.