I sometimes wonder if it had been better to be paralyzed before adulthood so so I never had the opportunity to know how great life could be v. dwelling over the fond memories. It took me 40 years, but I cherished each day with vigor. How ironic was it to then have it instantly stolen from me, to be followed by nothing but even more loss and tragedy.
Now I find if I don't keep preoccupied, as much as physically can I go insane with frustration and anger over just how stupid it is having to live like this without hope for recovery.
I see on tv news reports how some people throw their lives away by committing senseless crimes, suicide, etc ,, wishing I could have their spinal cords. Silly?