And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. I’m learning to be unafraid and unashamed,īut inhaling fully of this wonderful world.īut now I remind myself, “that projectionįits me no more than an old pair of clothes.
In a world you told me was black and white. Move physically so I could move emotionally.Ī projection of me. But the most painful thing has been realizing how very weak I am.Īnd I will admit now: I am too weak. I fear it will require surgery or other pains unimagined. I will ask for help - I will do nearly anything - to have a healed limb again. But the mirror keeps finding me, and each time, with each tear, it makes me more willing to ask, to beg for help. Because that would be to admit that I’m not strong enough. You can’t handle _.”Īnd I was so scared to ask for help. And now everything I read or watch seems to shine a mirror on how I can’t bear weight with that leg. I wouldn’t admit that I had a serious limp until recently. Oh, I will accept your critique, but because that too is a sign of strength.īut I feel like all of my life I have been a cripple, but I’ve been in denial the whole time. Determined and independent, I have always tried to avoid this.
