They say you stay trapped at the age you sustained trauma in a weird psychological way. I agree wholeheartedly!

Think back to way back when you were fourteen…

What were you doing???

Done competing in the perfectionist sports of diving and gymnastics, which I’d done since four, I became a cheerleader my freshman year of high school. A troubled teen already drinking and out late night sneaking, fate plucked my string by spring with a car accident that stopped my legs forever from walking.

Depression and exxessive drinking before that night made me wild, wanting to leave life rather than live it, but after I had no choice, stuck in a wheelchair,  no strength to fight, I just did each day numb, wondering why I’d been saved when others are so much more important???

In a Chicago rehab for months, I had to re-learn everything from dressing to bathing to making a reservation.

Moreover, I learned the more maleable my expectations, the more adaptable my personality, the less I cry, “WHY ME?” And wearing a face of joy can make someone else smile, even when I’m so giddy I’m like a child.

My sense of humor is the same as me at fourteen (some might say, “annoying “), but at 50 my silly immaturity keeps me young, surviving each crash I have with a whip-crack on the ass!

No matter how much shit I get hit with, I’m a feisty bitch who will always dig my way through it!