Some days, when I’m feeling tired and frustrated and want to give up, hide my head under the pillow, and forget about injuries and disabilities, I close my eyes and daydream. These are the best dreams: I’m weaving a cocoon around my body made of light, warm silk; good rather than bad memories; layer over layer of good feelings; beautiful, open-air landscapes; and self-confidence and hope.
The cocoon will be snug and comfortable, and will ward off night fears and wakeful darkness. It will let my body and brain gradually heal, with no seizures on sight. And feeling safe inside my shelter, I’ll exercise my muscles one after the other: mouth, tongue, and epiglottis; shoulder and arm; wrist, hand, and fingers; hip and thigh; lower leg, ankle, and foot. And I’ll repeat the exercises, and repeat them and repeat them, persistent and determined.
Then, one sunny day, I’ll be ready to come out. I will break the covers around me bit by bit feeling calm and secure, and will step my way toward welfare. And as I’m stepping out into the sunshine, I’ll be certain that I will always can, like the little blue engine.
The cocoon will be snug and comfortable, and will ward off night fears and wakeful darkness. It will let my body and brain gradually heal, with no seizures on sight. And feeling safe inside my shelter, I’ll exercise my muscles one after the other: mouth, tongue, and epiglottis; shoulder and arm; wrist, hand, and fingers; hip and thigh; lower leg, ankle, and foot. And I’ll repeat the exercises, and repeat them and repeat them, persistent and determined.
Then, one sunny day, I’ll be ready to come out. I will break the covers around me bit by bit feeling calm and secure, and will step my way toward welfare. And as I’m stepping out into the sunshine, I’ll be certain that I will always can, like the little blue engine.
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