Krystina | #Wheelstrong

I’m tired.

Tired of being underestimated.
Tired of being belittled.
Tired of being left out of plans like I don’t exist…simply because I’m disabled.
I’m tired of being treated like less than.

As a quadriplegic with little to no help, I’ve still managed to accomplish so much.
And yet… people only see the chair.
Or worse…my past.

Yes, I made a mistake five years ago.
I chose to drive when I shouldn’t have.
But that one moment doesn’t define my worth, my heart, or my strength.
Still, I carry the weight of it…every time someone looks at me like I’m beneath them.
Every time someone treats me like I’m less than human because of the metal cage I live in.

It’s not just strangers with their stares and ignorant comments.
It’s the people I’ve loved.
The ones I’ve bent over backwards for.
The ones who told me they cared…then left when I needed them most.
And still, I’ve always said:
“I’m not wired like the rest of the world. My heart’s too big to treat people how they treat me.”

But I’m tired.

Tired of battling my own body just to do the simplest things.
Imagine reaching for a drink… and your body yanks you in the opposite direction.
Your legs kick uncontrollably.
Your fingers cramp up.
Your muscles spasm.
Every task becomes a fight.

Just last month, I got two black-and-blue marks on my head….trying to pick something up from the floor.
My body lashed out violently.
That’s my daily life.

And then there’s the endless battles with doctors, insurance, medical suppliers…
Always fighting just to be heard, seen, and treated properly.
I don’t have energy to waste on toxic, selfish, or negative people.
Not anymore.

But here’s the thing….I’ve always forgiven more than I should.
Even when it wrecks my peace.
Even when it shatters my spirit.
Even when it nearly destroys my mental health.

I’m learning, finally, to put myself first.
Then my kids.
And if you’re not adding peace or purpose to my life….you can go.

They say some people will drive you crazy, then call you crazy for reacting.
Well… I’ve let things slide that others would’ve burned the world down over.
And still, I stay quiet.
I don’t always clap back.
But I will always have the last laugh.
Even on my darkest days.

Because no matter how broken I’ve been…
I’m still here.
And I’m not done fighting yet.