I’ll Stumble, I’ll Fall, I’ll Stand Again: Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

I know it’s a dream, because I’m standing.

Standing, something so small, something I could once do without thought.

There were a lot of things I has once done without though, that now I struggled with.

Getting myself dressed, showered, even taken care of other issues could be troublesome.

Funny the things you take for granted, the things that you couldn’t imagine not being able to do.

There were things you don’t think about, like how hardwood floors felt, cool beneath your feet. I was starting to forget what bare feet against a wood floor. I missed the feel of sand beneath my toes.

I could not focus on the things I could no longer do. I didn’t want to be sucked into that negativity. The fact that I had made it was a reason to celebrate. Grief was okay, I knew that but getting sucked into negativity, allowing that grief to turn in a constant pity party was not okay.

“Sienna, I don’t know if I could be as strong, or as forgiving as you are.” Krista said. “I would be so angry.”

“Krista I’m not some superwoman, I get angry and frustrated. There are times that forgiveness is the last thing on my mind.”