It is hard to express what it is like to live in a body that doesn't work. It used to work, it used to do amazing things. Then, suddenly, one day you wake up and its all been taken from you.
I love the mornings, especially the moments before I move, because I can believe that today will be the day I will recover. Today when I walk down the stairs my body will not ache and I will have enough strength to make breakfast. Today I will be able to be strong enough to take my two young boys to the library and let them experience story time like I used to do with my oldest son when he was little. Today I will be able to walk my 4 year old into his preschool classroom. But by the time I reach the bottom of the stairs and say good morning to my sweet family, I can feel my body saying "No, not today." But someday. Someday a new day will come and I will be all those things again.
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