yellow straw star

For someone who is so clearly physically fragile, who so frequently can’t get along without the help of other people, I am especially bad at being vulnerable. What I mean is, I will roll through the airport in my wheelchair with the strap of my bag in my teeth rather than let someone push me. No, what I mean is, I have a thousand-watt “I’ve got it!” smile. No, I’m skirting the whole truth again – what I mean is that almost every person I have ever loved has at some point looked me in the eye and said: You have to let me in; you have to tell me what you’re feeling; you have to ask for help. Far too often I have let things go to rubble rather than open up.

When you’re challenged by your body, you must love as fiercely as you fight