“My body is a prison-these broken bones won’t let me go. I glare at it in the mirror, not sure if it is friend or foe…”
Ah, Mother’s Day. This day when we joyfully celebrate the mothers, grandmothers, and other moms in our lives can also be a bittersweet day for those of us who remain childless.
Welcome back everyone…here we are at Chapter 6. If you are new to my story, take some time to go read Chapters 1-5 before reading this one. In this part of my story, we pick up right when I had to stop working on November 1, 2015. It has taken me more mental preparation to write…
The Eccedentesiast I tell of my journey with a smile on my face- how else shall I explain the pain that time simply cannot erase? To tell it with emotion would paralyze me there unable to move forward every time I share. The process of becoming a master of disguise was long and arduous; the truth…
The amount of stress placed on my body would have been too much even for someone who was at 100% physically…so in my fragile state, it spelled disaster-in the form of my condition deteriorating rapidly.
Once they sat the chair down in my bedroom, it was now time to get me settled into the four walls that would be my fortress of recovery and prison that locked me away from the world all rolled-into one.
In this entry, you will find Chapters 1-2 of my story detailing my journey with a severe spinal injury, chronic pain, spinal fusion surgery, depression, recovery, and losing everything to my condition. You are not alone!