As those writing assignments slowly started to wane, I guess so did my sanity. not to the degree where you would think I was some kind of a nut, but my sanity in reference to my identity and my loss of direction after my accident. 20 years later, that same sanity, identity and loss of direction have resurfaced. Only now all of these things have forced me to search again for peace and clarity within myself and my life. I hope that writing, again, will be an apt remedy.
Along with my blog, I’ve started a writing project that hopefully will be enough for a book that encompasses all of the things, the physical and the emotional, that have occurred in 20 years of motionless life. It’s been a long, long strange trip and it’s definitely been something that’s worth sharing.