After my diagnosis nearly a decade ago, I thought I’d never live a “normal” life again. I certainly never thought I’d work. I just didn’t see myself as capable any longer.
Whether that was because of society’s expectation or my own predisposition remains to be seen. I just didn’t see it as a possibility, however remote.
I had been cut down and what was expected of me, by those around me, had drastically changed. It’s not that the people I surround myself with didn’t believe in me, but they had been told certain things and had been made to believe in certain realities, which didn’t harbor room for upward growth or change.
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