I visited my old therapists. These were the ones I had last before I was able to go home.
Belle, Cinderella and Jasmine.
That’s what we called them and that’s what they’ll stay.
These three ladies taught me enough so that I could go home. They gave me what I needed to be able to do what I’ve done today.
They taught me to balance and start to walk, they taught me to get dressed by myself, they gave me my first real meals…they made me believe that I could write again.
For weeks they worked me hard. They trained me as much as they could.
I would never have met these people if I hadn’t been in the hospital. Had a stroke. Been in a coma. Struggled through rehab.
The worst parts of my life still brought the most wonderful people.