I’m having to take it moment by tiny moment. I have to remind myself that physical and emotional healing takes time. I’m making strides, but i have to remember to slow down. I get easily tired. That’s okay. I’m having to accept and live in denial. Truth, the only rubric that matters. Progress is not linear. I accept the disability. The fear it brings. I don’t like it. It’s there. It’s a daily reminder to keep it forward. The only thing looking back does is remind me of what could have been. I don’t live there. Thank you for reading what my soul feels.