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Shadows that Lurk in the Light: Chapter Eleven:
Chapter Eleven:
As I woke up, my nightmare was so vivid and so real that I felt as if I were back in the parking lot, the scent of blood still lingering in my nostrils. As real as the dream felt, it was a memory of what had happened before, something I will never forget, because I would live with the scars from that night for the rest of my life, but I did not have to be defined by it.
As I pulled myself into a semi-sitting position, my eyes fell on the wheelchair next to my bed. I hated that thing and all that it stood for at times, but at other times I was grateful for the freedom that it gave me. My legs were no longer working, but that did not mean I was helpless. Thanks to Deliah, who didn’t coddle me and wanted me to be independent, I was gaining more independence by the day.
Eventually, I tried to drift back to sleep, but that was not going to happen, so I got up, got dressed, still a challenging process for me, but at least now I was able to do it even if it took me longer than I had hoped. It was difficult, but I was making progress every day in the direction of independence, and I was grateful for that.
I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t hard waking up first thing in the morning and remembering that I couldn’t just get out of bed and start my day. Things have taken longer lately, and…
