Several years ago my life was forever changed. In the matter of seconds I went from being your active highschool junior, planning for college to being strapped to a stryer frame. I heard the doctor say words like shes lucky to be alive, she will never walk again.
At first I went through a depression, I did not think my life was going to be worth living, but soon I discovered my life was what you make it, and I learned to live within my limitations. I was in the hospital for three months, relearning the simple tasks that I had taken for granted for so long, and trying to keep up with my school work. I did not want to fall behind.
Physical therapy was not only difficult and painful it was frustraring, soon I began to realize the doctors were right, and I could no longer pretend that everything was going to go back to the way it was. I felt nothing below the chest, and I had no control of the spasms that sometimes shook me out of my chair, that was probably the most frustrating, for the first few months I spent many months crying myself to sleep, but before long I realized that my self pity was not doing me any good. I was tired of the tears, and I decided to accept what happen, and in a strange way the accident brought me closer to God. It was a slow rebirth but it was a rebirth none the less.
My story does not end with the accident, it is just the new chapter in my life.
To Be Continued