spinal-cord-injury

All of a sudden, my right hand was dead, unplugged, and my left was definitely not working right.

A blur. That__ what it felt like to me

Before I knew it, I was once again being whisked down the hallways at the new hospital into an even bigger room, one that, unbeknownst to me, would be my home for what would feel like a long, long time.

As I sat up I turned my head to the side, but immediately straightened it again when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck.

I often wished that more people understood the invisible side of things. Even the people who seemed to understand, didn't really.

Dancing with a spinal cord injury is a challenge like no other, but I aspired to prove to myself that I could still be phenomenal dancer even with an SCI

I had learned quickly that life doesn't always go the way I want it to, and that's okay. I still plod on.

The weekend was a much-needed breath of fresh air; Monday always seemed to not only take that breath right back, but add a few extra pounds to my shoulders as well.

The video was still playing, although I didn't know why. It seemed as if the able-bodied dancers were mocking me.