Article by Carrie Armstrong, reblogged from Life After The Chair
I used to dream I was bedbound. Just be lying there. Hours of nothingness to match my days of emptiness.
That’s when I knew I was in trouble.
If I couldn’t remember being able to move even when asleep, how could I ever hope to do it awake?
Dreams are important we all need to have one. Martin Luther King Jnr talked about his and no one laughed at him.
Dreams are an important gauge of expectations in recovery. What are your dreams telling you?
I did start dreaming I was in a wheelchair. Eventually I got into one. Then I couldn’t even dream I could walk again.
So I didn’t. Not for a long time.
Don’t let anyone laugh at your dreams. Or let them tell you they can’t become a reality. Sick or well. People used to laugh at me all the time, which is fine, some of…
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