11/9/18

My life’s a constant worry. Everyday I wake up and it’s the same routine. I get ready. I’m carried down the stairs to my throne (aka my motorized wheelchair). It sounds crazy already right? Well most of my mornings include me freaking out about what I’m going to do for the day. Will that activity be handicap accessible, even after all of my supposed “adaptations”? After everything with school, I then have to go home and worry about what is next to come.