It took years for me to feel like my condition wasn’t an actual “disability”—it was just a part of me. A different part. A unique part. Sometimes that part hindered activities or plans, but it never hindered how hard my heart loved. And that’s what it’s all about, after all. Loving other people, loving our blessings, loving ourselves. Honestly, the more my peers claimed I was less of a person, or lacking in some way, the more love I wanted to give. The more I appreciated everything good around me.
