The last time I fell was a while ago on a crowded beach. Before the Trekinetic
I tried to walk a few steps on the sand without help. It was not courage. It was pride disguised as independence.
When you live with multiple sclerosis, falling is not a metaphor. It is a threat.
But it also exposes something most people never face: public fragility
The moment when your weakness is not private anymore. When your body tells the truth your ego tries to hide.
It is brutal. It is so humbling. And it forces a kind of honesty I had no idea I’ll ever need.