I DIDN’T WANT A CAREGIVER—I WANTED MY OLD LIFE BACK
When they first told me I’d never walk again, I didn’t cry. I just nodded, like I was hearing the weather forecast. Sunny with a chance of paralysis. I didn’t want pity. I didn’t want to hear “you’re so strong” speeches. I just wanted space to feel the loss of something I couldn’t even name….
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