Joy In The Midst of Struggles

Hi beautiful readers! I have realized that my blog has started to make a shift and the Lord has kind of stirred this up in me recently. He is pushing me to be more vulnerable about the true struggles of having a disability and recently I have written some parts I never thought I would share. With that being said I really want this blog to be an insight on a disabled life for YOU. So please post some questions you may have or always wanted to know. I will answer anything!  If you feel it in you to repost and share with your friends. I want to be a person to help others know more about the disabled world <3

Dear fingers, Let me tell you sometimes you frustrate me. You are bony, flexible. You have a mind of your own. You love to wiggle and move when I just want you to be still. My nail lady tries to paint your nails and you just love to tease her by moving all around. Monika tries to get a picture of you and you, pinky, decide to stick up  in the air.  I try to grab something and you just decide to tense up and not want to grasp the object. I can't hold a pencil properly, I can't type with the correct hand formation, I can't hold a drink without being nervous your going to spazz out and spill the drink, I can't get the card out of the slot in my wallet fast enough or sometimes at all.  BUT as much as I love to hate you. You are MINE. You are evidence of a CP warrior. You, my dear fingers, are unique. You remind me of a beautiful story that I have gone through.  This posting is inspired by my beautiful friend Monika who is pursuing photography and is doing

The other day my mom and I were shopping in Kohls. When we were in line to checkout I was browsing around still looking at the clothes. I would pull out different tops I like and show my mom. When we were almost to the front I joined my mom in line. There was a lady behind us that looked at my mom and says "She has really good taste"... Um hello I'm right here! Tell me that. I then said in a loud voice "why thank you" Let me tell you this happens more often than you would think. People look at my mom and tell them something about me when I am standing right next to her. It's like they don't even see me. They think I am dumb and do not understand them because I physically have difficulties. I am a strong 24 year old woman that has to constantly fight for individuals to see me and to talk to me like a regular human being. I hope that lady caught on that I do understand and she should think twice about seeing a person like me. Yes I can get frustrated