It’s hard to look at old pictures of myself. It feels like a world away.
It can feel like a different person.
That woman didn’t have to wonder about whether her smile looks ok. She had both legs working beautifully. Having two hands on the camera was a thoughtless reality, not a goal.
I look at these pictures. I see the smiles of the times I used to have. I see a time when I thought all my dreams were possible and I felt unstoppable.
I was stoppable. A hospital bed stopped me. A wheelchair has tried.
I look at the pictures and feel as though it isn’t real.
THIS can’t be me. THIS wasn’t the plan I had. THIS isn’t what people will ever expect to see.
This isn’t the end.
This can’t be all that is possible.
I have to believe that it can be changed and different. That my dreams are still possible. I’m still unstoppable.
That this will happen again.