When I think about the journey from March 23, 2018, until now, one of the most significant lessons I learned is that we aren’t meant to do life alone. I used to pride myself on being strong, capable, and independent. I was the one people turned to when they needed help, the one who could handle whatever came my way. But when I lost my legs, I also lost my independence. I needed help just to do basic things, and I hated it. I felt like I was losing myself.
For a long time, I thought I had to do everything on my own. I thought asking for help meant that I was weak, that I wasn’t enough. But God has a funny way of teaching us that our strength isn’t about doing it all alone—it’s about knowing when to let others in. He placed people in my life who wouldn’t let me give up, who leaned in when I was at my lowest, and who reminded me of who I truly was.
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