According to Fred Rogers,

Part of the problems with the word of disabilities is that it immediately, suggest an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted but what of people who can’t feel? or talk about their feelings? or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who are not able to form close and strong relationships? And people who can not find fulfillment in their lives or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love?

These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities.

Even though people get cured from illness at some point in time provided they have the will and passion to live. I have had Rheumatoid Arthritis for about 7 years, the situation became serious when this disease took its ugly form along with the coronavirus.

Last year gradually every joint of the body started having a profound effect on walking, getting up, sitting, and movement of hands and feet. daily routine has come to a standstill. It became difficult for me to do daily chores, holding utensils, sweeping, mopping, kneading dough, opening and closing the door latch, not only brushing my teeth combing my hair, and getting up without any support after sitting down on the ground, it felt like life had come to a standstill.

Everyone's sympathy also started feeling bad. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, where does anyone have enough time to know, understand and feel what is going on in your mind? The will to live was starting to fade. Even the medicine seemed to be not working. I only knew how 8 to 9 months turned out. The fear of loneliness and not being able to do anything was eating me inside. Then one day a thought came into my mind, either this is the end of my life which I have to do or restart.

I thought it best to restart. I had never felt so strong in these 8 to 9 months as I did that day. I had understood that whatever has to be done, I have to do it myself because I only heard myself crying in pain all night long.

Slowly everything started getting better. Treatment started at a new place with that I started doing yoga and meditation. Yes, it took time but I started improving then what was it, I started writing. Writing my feelings in words, there is no better friend and sympathizer than this. You can express your feelings by writing whatever you want. I haven’t looked back since that day.

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