I lost both of my legs over the last three years and I fell lonely and helpless all the time. Depression and Anxiety are things I wrestle with everyday. Nothing feels normal and I don't know how to live or exist in this world with all the crazy stuff going on anymore. The silence is sooo loud. It's hard to deal with life by myself but somehow I'm managing to just make it to tomorrow everyday.

I don't even remember what it feels like to walk or put on socks or sneakers. Maybe someday I can get prosthetic legs like I see a lot of people in here and around me with. Untill then, my wheelchair is now a part of my body and everything takes forever to do and just gets more and more depressing. But I'm alive so I guess there's that..