I only wanted to be understood -- to be more than the small girl in the pink wheel chair with no control over her own body.
I am the girl who cannot walk, cannot talk, or do anything by herself. I am trapped in my own body. My world is colorful and vibrant, but I am invisible and hidden in plain sight.People talk about me like I am not even there. I want them to talk to me. I want them to see me -- not stare at me. I want the to know me -- not know about me.
The only place that I am free is in my dreams, but dreams fade when you open your eyes. I thought that having a voice would make it easier to be heard. Turns out, being heard is not the same thing as being understood.