My dream is to be able to lace my fingers.
Just like this.

Some days are just harder than others. I've thought about it a lot today for some reason, and whenever I do, I feel terrible. I know there isn't much I can do. There will probably never be anything I can do, but one always dreams.
I feel sorry for myself sometimes, thats all. There are millions of people out there who would love to change their problems for mine. I know I'm lucky when it all comes down to it, but it doesn't feel like it when it drags me under.
As I kid I tried everything. I climbed things other kids couldn't, I was one of the first who learnt how to tie her shoe-laces, and I wasn't afraid of anything.
I can look back at it with a laugh and ask myself what happened to that little fearless girl.
Well, life goes one, and I shouldn't be thinking about this before I go to bed. Just like when I was a kid, it sort of gives me nightmares.
Love,
Sarah