Work on becoming better rather than bitter. I like this.
Going from a full functioning, independent woman, to an individual with such limitations, it is really hard not to compare myself with others. I see in those other people, a reflection of what I once was. I miss the idea of going to work, contributing to our household. Even, if I never go back to work, I think I will always miss it. It was an opportunity to be self-sufficient. Not that my husband couldn’t take care of our family, but the idea that I was holding my own and had a career that I had worked so hard to get.
I miss the perceived independence that those other people have. They get to go and do what they want, when they want. Me? I am at the liberty of my body and what it will allow. How quickly I will tire? How far is the drive? How many breaks…
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