Whatever it takes.

Putting the last of my few pieces of my old life into my weekender bag and soon I will be FREE! I’ve hugged the shit out of as many people as I could manage, thanked my endless Team, cried a million more tears. I’m still far from where I know I need to be but I’m still a hell of a long way from where I was, and I will be damned if I EVER go back to that sorry assed state again. Looking at the metal sterile walker is such a resonating reminder that I am going to have to fight so hard to gain my mobility back, but fight is what I’ve got. I was born to be a fighter. This is truly it, the defining moment where the distortion…