Last week, I had a post discussing my grievances, and I got a response I didn't take well at all. Then I looked at it differently. The comment was probably meant for good. We can't interpret words, when we don't know the intent. I don't know how many of you are new readers, so I will give a reintroduction. I've avoided doing this because I realized I would open up the one wound I never really like to discuss. I'm ripping off the band-aid. I'm Regine. I'm 33. And I have Cerebral Palsy. I typed that without tears. I was told it doesn't get worse as I get older, with age though comes inconvenience. And most humans hate that word. Inconvenience brings a necessity of waiting, something I may be used to, but don't like much. You don't fix CP. The only thing you control is your mind's decision to redirect your thoughts, actions and reactions. And it requires those traits of which are lacking. I say this in truthful acceptance. I have to make a choice to look at things in another way.
Thank you for reading, and giving feedback. It's the way we learn.