Funny how life has a way of throwing you curve balls.
And you are suddenly forced to realize your not invincible.
Being a teenager, doesn't lessen your ability to get hurt or worse.
I know it hasn't mine, if I had I wouldn't be sitting here writing this.
In a wheelchair.
This wasn't the life I expected for myself.
But this summer everything changed.
Two months ago mid June I was in an accident, and now I am picking up the pieces of my life.
I should be celebrating life, and I am but I am celebrating in a different way.
And just today I was released. I am home now, but I am both excited and nervous about what lies ahead.
And I certainly don't like the fact I still need so much help.
I am grateful for my family and so glad to be home but I want to be completely independent.
There are somethings a teenage girl should not need help with, but life is different for me now, and I am forced to live with it.
I am paying the cost for someone elses mistake.
I am trying not to be bitter, but I am hurting.
Deep inside in ways I did not know possible.
I can't let that hurt turn into hatred though.
I am going to end this now, but this isn't the last you heard from me.