at what point in the academic year do i just give up

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at what point in the academic year do i just give up
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donāt talk to me or my seventy two fabricated realities ever again
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im doomed by the narrative but the narrative is a bunch of conscious choices i've made in the past
I wish more people I knew spoke about or even just knew about the difficulty of reconciling your image and understanding of yourself with progressive disability.
I grew up dancing and horse riding, did ballet and musical theatre for 15 years, rode horses for 7, went on long and frequent walks. I loved being outside, moving my body deliberately and freely, in a trained and precise and rewarding way. I adored dance, I was en pointe, I was dancing four to five days a week. I loved horses and caring for them, being outside with them, riding and jumping and learning with them. I loved the forests and fields and walks in the fresh air, hearing and seeing animals.
Now I donāt. I canāt dance, I canāt ride, I can barely walk 15 minutes on flat land. My body doesnāt move the way it used to. It canāt. I use crutches and canes and borrow my friendsā wheelchairs when I need and can.
And trying to re-learn, to re-understand, to reconcile how my body works. That it canāt do the things I loved. That the things that were so dear to me very well may have made it worse. I will never dance like I used to, never walk as far or as many places as I could before, will never have the riding skill I did or the ability to do it for as long. My body is failing me and itās failing so suddenly.
One day I was dancing and it feels as though I blinked and now I can barely use stairs.
How do I reconcile that? How do I mourn the talents and hobbies and loves I had? How am I meant to be understood in this grief?
how many drafts will i write before i go crazy challenge