The frustration of your brain not sending the correct signals to your body is horrible and overwhelming. To say it’s awful is an understatement. You know those B-horror movies from the 1980’s where the bad guy severs a character’s spine? The are unable to move or react, but aware of everything happening around them. It is like e being a prisoner in a jail cell. Watching the world go on..: while you are trapped insise: unable to participate with your peers.You want to, but the bars hold you back. Often, our brains act as proverbial barriers: bars that trap the mind in a corporeal prison.
I assure you:there is hope to be found. Perhaps not cures, but hope. Sufficed to say, my neurological condition does not have a “cure”:
“…there is no cure for spinocerebellar ataxia”
Physical disabilities force us to adjust. To make changes in our lives and daily habits. These things are not nails in a decrepit coffin, but wholly surmountable odds .They allow us to become like the Phoenix and rise from the ashes to which we believe we are damned. They grant us an opportunity unknown to many. Rarely is positive seen in having a disability. But if you are so afflicted; realize this:
You have been blessed by your disability.
You have been given a gift. A chance to be a beacon of hope. Everyone has a choice. Either let your situation make you a statistic in a medical journal or face your odds with dignity and grace. This is a decision we each make for ourselves. We are forced to choose between “impossible” and “can’t” and “possible” and “can”. We are blessed. We have a chance to show others we are not a number on a graph. We are friends, family members.., human beings. Perhaps do not perform as others, physically. We are still members of the human race. We find our strengths: strength is not simply found in the body. I have been witness.
I am grateful I chose the term “ possible “!