I'm terrified that things won't work out for me and that my future happiness will be taken away from me again. And I'm especially terrified of what's going to happen when I'm not in survival mode anymore.
Growing up in an abusive household, I'd never allow someone to treat me the way my parents did – until he did, and I was so deep in denial that I thought I was to blame.
For the first time in a long time I see the possibility of a future for myself. My disability may be permanent, but I finally have the resources to not only take care of myself but to thrive.