“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness” Desmond Tutu
When will you accept that this happened to you?
Accepting means I give up,
I have quit fighting,
I have quit trying.
Accepting means there are no dreams.
That life is without hope.
Accepting life “as is” is limiting.
What if Rosa Parks accepted that she should give up her seat? As my 8 year old niece recently told me, “she wasn’t having that” and I’m grateful for her bravery.
Without dreams, I would not believe that change is possible.
What if Martin Luther King, Jr. hadn’t shared his dream? He believed “faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.” What if he didn’t take that first step?
Without hope, I would not believe that we learn, grow and develop all our lives. I would not come as far as I have. I would have believed the doctors when they said I had healed as much as was possible. That too much time had past. That this was life after a TBI. “Get used to it.”
I didn’t accept that either. I knew me best. I wasn’t back to “baseline.” I fought long and hard. From not being able to walk, to seeing double, to migraines, to out of this world fatigue, I fought. I advocated for a treatment. I found payment for it when my insurance denied it. I showed up for it, 3 times a week for 8 months.
And I won’t accept this now. I continue to fight. I continue to heal. I’m gluing myself back together bit by bit.