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I often wished that more people understood the invisible side of things. Even the people who seemed to understand, didn't really.

People who don't see you every day have a hard time understanding how on some days--good days--you can run three miles, but can barely walk across the parking lot on other days,' [my mom] said quietly.

Dancing with a spinal cord injury is a challenge like no other, but I aspired to prove to myself that I could still be phenomenal dancer even with an SCI

The thought of being able to [move my arms] made me want to give up my legs [instead] since I was accustomed to using them. But, I figured that after a few hours of sitting in a wheelchair...I would switch back...in a flash.

I had learned quickly that life doesn't always go the way I want it to, and that's okay. I still plod on.

The weekend was a much-needed breath of fresh air; Monday always seemed to not only take that breath right back, but add a few extra pounds to my shoulders as well.

The video was still playing, although I didn't know why. It seemed as if the able-bodied dancers were mocking me.