Two years ago I had ACL reconstruction surgery.
I think that’s when the voice started to rage.
You’re weak. It’s broken. Maybe this healing business just isn’t for you.
For a while, I chose to believe that,
chose to believe that part of me would feel forever broken, forever unable, forever trapped.
After a year of complications, tests and a whole bunch of unanswered questions, I was beginning to wonder if I was un-healable.
My mind was caught up in timelines, trying to convince myself that if I checked every box, took every joint supplement, did the extra leg raises in my physical therapy, I would heal faster.
But when the outcome didn’t seem to match my input, I found myself crawling back to those doubts, instead of clinging to Hope.
A year into my recovery, when my neighbor asked if I would like to go to yoga class with her, I thought
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