Handicapped?

It's been about a week since I have gotten my dreaded handicap sticker. Yep! That big ole' blue hanger that sits in the dashboard staring me in the face every time I get out of the car. It's a little depressing, but you know I have gotten over it. I suddenly don't care. I have come to accept I have this disease, it's not going away anytime soon, and I need things and people to help me. 

From the beginning I have said to Eric, they will have to drag me to the car before I get a stupid handicap sticker! There are far more people worse off than me, and I don't feel as if I am at that point yet. 

REALITY CHECK--I am. 

This sticker has helped me not have to walk from the back parking lot hoping I don't fall on my face into the hard pavement. It means less time in the heat, which ultimately makes my symptoms worse. I just had to wake up and realize this disease is apart of my life and I need to learn how to deal with it. 

Now, the handicap sticker I thought was going to be the worst. I was wrong, I just got my first cane, and looked at "fashionable" canes. Never thought that would happen. Never really wanted that to happen, but again alas it has happened. Now that it has, I am living with it. It does help me walk easier, and I have come to realize the sooner I accept it, the sooner I can forget about it. 

I never thought I would need these things.

Sure, it makes me sad that I do need it. 

Yeah, i'm upset that people look at me and say, but your so young! 

--For now, i'm just going to keep looking up and say at least i'm still walking, and staying strong. Thank you all for the support. It means a lot!