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Dumb Sh*t People Say!
“You’re so lucky to always have a seat!” The first time I heard this, I was stunned.Like… what level of ignorance does it take to look at a wheelchair and think privilege? I blissfully pretended not to hear him.Didn’t want to ruin my day… or get arrested for running him over with my “always…
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When Home Isn’t a Haven
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…
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What’s Wrong With Me?
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…
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Mother’s Day, No Matter What.
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…
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The Door Was Big Enough… But I Never Asked to Be Saved
When inspiration hits,shut up and listen. Because sometimes…it doesn’t come soft.It comes like a wave…one you’ve been trying to outrun your whole life. Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning.Not in water…but in a deep, dark ocean of my own emotions.My own trauma.It wraps around me like seaweed,pulling me down,freezing my heart…or what’s left of…
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This Wasn’t the Plan
This Wasn’t the Plan This is not how I pictured I’d be living my life at 34.But here I am.Every glorious inch of me wretched in pain…nerve pain, muscle pain, musculoskeletal pain…pain pain, if there is such a thing. Sitting on my shower chair,too tired to cry, too numb to scream.Smoking a blunt, balanced…
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Two Years in This Apartment (and a Lifetime in My Mind)
Coming up this April, it’ll be two years since I signed the lease for this apartment.And while I’m glad I took that leap of faith…while I’m proud I trusted myself to finally live again…this place is also filled with ghosts. Not literal ones (thank God),but the kind of ghosts that follow you from trauma…
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“If I Were You, I’d Kill Myself”
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