Waking up to face another day in this body that seems to have failed me in so many ways, leads to a whole new load of emotions I never even knew a human being could experience.

I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve sat on the edge of the bed (after successfully managing to get my spine to let me move or sit up) and thought I was still asleep. In fact it’s probably more wishing i was still asleep and this whole journey is just some sort of twisted nightmare.

With every morning I wake and realise it’s my reality, all I want to do is cry. My eyes fill with tears which I fight hard to hold back. It then hits my heart like a tonne of bricks, and that’s the moment you realise that this is in fact your life. Reality has a just slapped…