By Krystina | #Wheelstrong We live in a time where the swipe of a finger can instantly transport us into someone else’s world.But take a closer look…Are we really connected?Or are we just a bunch of lonely misfits…looking for an escape? Some log on to grow a business or share a talent.Others use it…
By Krystina | #Wheelstrong People have told me lately, “There’s a sadness behind your eyes.” And truth is… they’re not wrong. That sadness has lived in me my whole life.Even in moments where I smile, laugh, carry on.Even when I look strong. Especially then. I’ve had good moments. Beautiful ones.But I’ve also had a…
By Krystina | #Wheelstrong I always say, “You know I’m in a wheelchair, right?” They usually reply….if they reply at all…. “Yeah, I understand.” Followed by a variety of questions or half-hearted reassurances. And that’s when I say, “It’s more than just a wheelchair. It’s a way of life.” But what they don’t understand…
By Krystina | #Wheelstrong You said it like it was fact.Like a eulogy wrapped in blame. “The girl I loved died the night of the accident.”And you know what?You were right. She did. She died in that twisted metal and midnight silence.She died when the machines started breathing for her.She died every time someone…
By Krystina | #Wheelstrong I’ll never forget the day you said to me: “You’re in a relationship. You’re not allowed to have new friends. Male or female.” That moment stopped me cold. We were constantly fighting.Everything I did felt like an act of rebellion to you.I loved you.I loved our little family.But I despised…
By Krystina | #Wheelstrong On days like today, I wake up blank.Not sad. Not happy.Just a full spectrum of emotions all tangled together. Why? Because I woke up after only an hour of sleep…. kept up by spasms and pain radiating through my legs. Still exhausted, still aching… I faintly hear my son getting…
By Krystina | #Wheelstrong To the men who hit me with: “You must be messing around with other guys if you can’t message me back…”Or any other version of that tired-ass line… Let me say this real clear: I am not other girls. I have goals.I have healing.I have kids.I have a mission. And…
By Krystina | #Wheelstrong It’s funny how many of us stay in relationships out of convenience,fear,history,or straight-up denial. How many of us dread walking through our own front doorbecause it’s not peace waiting on the other side…it’s a damn war zone. So we distract ourselves.Work more.Hit the gym.Scroll endlessly.Drink. Smoke. Anything to avoid going…
By: Krystina | #WheelStrong What’s wrong with me? Ever since I was little, I’ve always felt like a burden.Unwanted.An inconvenience. They say we carry our ways of thinking into adulthood….and I know that’s true.Especially after becoming disabled. At just 9 years old, I was writing poems soaked in sadness.Lines like: “Letdowns of my unhappy…
By: Krystina | #WheelStrong Even though my Mother’s Day started with no electricity, a freezing cold shower, and a bed stuck in a permanent “U” shape (the only way I can sleep these days)… I’ve never been more grateful to be alive. This morning, I woke up to my daughter proudly handing me the…