There’s a slew of clichés about how when one door closes another opens, essentially propping up a disappointed you or I by promising hope. But I do (even if reluctantly) have to say there is sometimes a kernel of truth in every cliché.
When we live with pain in our lives, not the type that ebbs and flows, but the type that stays with us, day in and day out, never causing too much strife, staying below the level of intolerable, we learn how to make it normal. We stop sensing the danger that it indicates because it hasn’t really inconvenienced us just yet.
In the middle of the night a bit more than a week ago, amidst great bouts of dull pain, I would begin a journey demonstrating just how awesome my body is.
I am simply on a journey to bring my truth to the world to be heard by those who need to hear it.