
I Have a Bad Habit I push emotions aside.I bury words that need to be spoken.I shut down and shut people out.I become an emotionless robot, powering through pain, emotional or physical, to get things done.The irony? I always tell my kids, “Talk about how you feel. Don’t hold it inside.”But the truth is……

Accessibility at home is often shaped by ordinary details: reach, turning space, lighting, storage, clear routes, and routines that preserve choice.

Personal care is intimate work. Clear communication, consent, consistency, and respect can help make support feel more collaborative and dignified.

Autonomic dysreflexia can become a medical emergency for some people with SCI. Learn common warning signs, triggers, and why a clinician-approved personal plan matters.

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…

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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 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…