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

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.

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

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.