I never thought my life would change so suddenly. One moment, I was running through the fields, feeling the earth beneath my feet, and the next... everything was gone. The accident took both of my legs. Just like that, the life I knew ended.
At first, I didn’t want to face it. I refused to look at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t bear the thought of never walking again. People tried to comfort me, but their words felt empty. How could they understand? How could they know what it’s like to wake up every morning and remember that part of you is missing?
The hardest part wasn’t just the pain—it was losing the simple things. Dancing in the rain. Walking barefoot on the sand. Standing tall. I used to dream about running again. Now, I dream about acceptance.
But life doesn’t stop. And I realized that if I kept mourning who I used to be, I’d never see who I could become. So, I chose to fight. I learned to move forward, even if I couldn’t walk. My wheelchair is not my prison; it’s my freedom. It takes me places, lets me explore the world in a new way. And most importantly, it reminds me that I’m still here.
I won’t say it’s easy. There are days I cry, days I wish things were different. But I am more than my legs. I am strength. I am resilience. And no matter what, I will keep pushing forward.
Because I am still me. And that will never change.
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