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

Chapter Three:

This was hard, harder than I imagined. Just relearning some of the most basic things. Things I had taken for granted, at first, even sitting upright presented a problem. I felt dizzy almost to the point of getting sick, but I was going to fight through. I wasn’t going to spend my life in a hospital bed, being told I’d need a chair was bad enough. But I could not give up, I would not give up.

I gritted my teeth, and did my best to stifle my tears, until I could hold them back no longer. But there was no hiding what I was really feeling from Mom or Krista, they saw through the pasted on smile.

There were times though that the tears fell, there were those times that all I felt like doing was falling apart, but I had to push through. I could not give up, that just wasn’t an option.

“Sienna no one expects you to be strong all the time. And you know that tears are not always a sign of weakness, it is often a sign of strength. Sometimes it takes more strength to admit you need help, that it’s to hard for you to do on your own.” Mom reminded me gently, when she saw my frustration. I still needed so much help and I didn’t like the feeling of needing help like this.

“It’s hard Mom.” I admitted. “I didn’t ask for this, someone got behind the wheel drunk, and I was left playing…