The first time that I shared my story, I was afraid. As a child in pain, all you do is dream of normal. As adult, you either live in your body and own it, try and control it, or run away. I’ve done it all.
I share my story so others might skip to owning it. To finding their version of freedom – little wins or big. When you hand over the reigns (and use the electric can opener instead of the manual) you are one step closer to embracing what is.
Keep sharing, friends. Your story is important. You don’t need to feel alone – because you’re not.