anniversary.

What is it about anniversaries that get people so worked up? So emotional, whether it is happy or sad. A date to be mourned or celebrated; not every day, week or month, but year. A simple measurement of time arouses emotions that might not always be there. February, 28th was the two year anniversary of my accident. “One year, so what??”, was the attitude I had at the one- year mark. This year… lets just say its been two days and I’m still thinking about how I can’t believe I’m still where I am, totally dependant on people to not only get places, but to survive at all. Here I am trying to prove science wrong all together, yet in the back of my head I’m taunted by the words of the doctors that said any noticeable changes will stop at two years… And at two years I’m still contorting my arms to the best of their ability just to find the perfect angle as to which I can apply the most pressure through a finger to relieve a simple itch on my head.
I was told for the umpteenth time, by a friend, that he feels stupid complaining about things in front of me. That’s nice that they realize how hard things can be for me, but they still complain… about life, about how they missed an awesome rave the night before. It’s because they don't understand, because they really could not even begin to fathom a life with paralysis. Which is both fine and understandable.
At the end of the day, life goes on and the only thing to be done is to live the best way possible for you.

LOVE.JULIA.