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I have never been what one might call a go getter. I have been pretty satisfied with seeing a situation for what it was and doing the best I could with it. With a few exceptions, I didn’t seek to stand out in any way. Being one of the crowds was very much my comfort…
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The author struggles with a back injury that disrupts sleep, compounded by emotional challenges since a 16-month-old accident. Despite chronic pain and a recent setback, they find comfort in the companionship of their dog, who offers emotional support through her presence. A new doctor brings hope for recovery and forward momentum.
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The author reflects on their journey from an active life, particularly in softball, to facing limitations after an accident. Despite celebrating milestones in recovery, they grapple with grief over lost dreams and physical abilities. Emphasizing the importance of redefining their relationship with pain, they seek to embrace their new self and continue moving forward.
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The injuries from an accident over a year ago have persisted. On the few occasions where I have shared the physical damage, the information had been met with dismay that I have come this far. Since February 12 2024, I have been living in denial of what has happened to my core. I resumed as…
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My mom loved her old movie camera. This was back in the day when personal movie cameras used film that had to be developed in a lab somewhere. She took it to every family event and would pull it out on a random weekend day just to get scenes of the neighborhood. The scenes would…
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It was the 32nd anniversary of my mother’s death recently. I have lived as long without her as I had with her. Of course her death shifted the trajectory of my life. Losing a parent, regardless of the state of the relationship does something to the internal life of a survivor. But the course of…
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There are so many milestones that marked my journey to become the someone I liked. Sounds like a sob story, to go through so many years of life not like ones self, and it may have been, until one day it wasn’t. We all have trials and tribulations that will get us to where we…
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My parents were not raised in traditional American households. My father was second generation from an eastern European country. His first language was the language of his parents. My mother was an immigrant from an Asian nation. She came to America very much couched in the ways of her people. Us, their children, were raised…
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I had a soulmate. She passed away nearly a year ago. But because our connection was through our souls, I still have her. And, in many ways like I was never allowed to have her before. I was truly despondent over her death. My heart was set adrift in a way I had never experienced.…
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