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I Went to Physical Therapy for My Disability but Discovered That Depression Weakened All My Muscles

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“If you don’t use it, you’re going to lose it.” This simple phrase was a cornerstone of my childhood, especially in physical therapy.

I often resisted stretching my weak, cerebral palsy-affected muscles, and the professionals in my life weren’t shy about reminding me of the consequences of not caring for my body.

My cerebral palsy puts me at greater risk for muscle atrophy, so it’s imperative that I use my weaker muscle groups regularly to prevent future physical struggles.

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