Sunday, June 29, 2014
Progress Baby, Progress
My cognitive therapist tells me she thinks "a person who asks for help is stronger than a person who tries to do too much." I might be quoting her wrong, but I take huge issue with this belief. I think that the only way society progresses is when one person tries, or a collection of people try, to do "too much". As a society, I think we need to keep trying different things or we'd cease to progress. I understand the value of understanding ones limitations, but we need to keep trying new things to redefine the limit. As a generalization, I think people ask for help too much.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Bring It On
I'm pretty motivated to become completely independent. I take advantage of my physical strength to thrive in my therapies. Some people in therapy are too old/weak to thrive the way I do. Sometimes I feel like I was meant to have my accident. Everything I've done in my life up to this point (completing a half-marathon, going through many all-nighters in grad. scool) has prepared me to take on these challenges. I can handle anything, and I'll handle anything with ease. That sounds arrogant, but I am very confident in myself, and I can take on ANY challenge presented before me.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Look Closer
I've been thinking about myself lately. I dress pretty simply and the person I present to the world is pretty simple, but as you get to know me, you realize I'm pretty complex. A simlar concept applies to me in my wheelchair. When one sees me initially, one probably assumes I'm a normal handicapped person. As one gets to know me, one realizes I'm an extremely hard worker who's not complacent with being in my wheelchair.
Monday, June 23, 2014
I don't want to use my wheelchair.
I tend to portray a very positive person to the outside world, but I'm conflicted about my current situation. I use my blog as a way to connect to the outside world, and I can't always relay positive and inspirational tidbits. I recently wrote this in an e-mail to my friend:
Inside, I'm a very confident person. I think I'm attractive, and I know I have a nice body, but I'm in a wheelchair. The constant drive and determination I have wants me so bad to get out of my wheelchair. I don't feel at all like a disabled person. It's kind of hard being something I don't want to be.
Inside, I'm a very confident person. I think I'm attractive, and I know I have a nice body, but I'm in a wheelchair. The constant drive and determination I have wants me so bad to get out of my wheelchair. I don't feel at all like a disabled person. It's kind of hard being something I don't want to be.
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