I Wasn’t Meant to Be Fixed (Part 2)

A Healthier Me, A More Independent Me

Before I talk about how I take care of myself… I need to share how I see myself.

There are parts of myself I’m still learning how to understand.

One of the hardest has been my frustration.

For years, I went to therapy. I sat in those sessions, opened myself up, and learned tools to help me manage that side of me. And I’m grateful for that time in my life—because I truly did learn a lot.

But then that chapter ended.

The person who helped guide me through those years retired, and when I tried to find someone new, something didn’t feel the same. The approach felt different. The connection wasn’t there. And instead of forcing something that didn’t feel right, I found myself stepping away.

That’s when I started turning back toward something I hadn’t fully explored before—my relationship with God.

I’ll be honest…
I don’t know exactly where I stand with church as a whole.

But I do believe in God.
I believe He’s there for me in the moments that feel the hardest.
I believe I can talk to Him anywhere—outside, in my room, in the quiet moments no one else sees.

I don’t believe I need to be inside a church for that connection to be real.

But when I sit quietly in a church alone…
I feel something deeper.

And yet, when others are around, it can feel different.

Sometimes I feel like I’m being looked at.
Like people see me and feel sorry for me because of my disability.

And that’s the part that stays with me.

Because deep down, I believe something very strongly:

God made me exactly the way I am meant to be.

So if that’s true…
why do people look at me like I need to be healed?

Why do they pray for something to be taken away…
when it’s a part of who I am?

I’m not broken.
I don’t need to be fixed.

What I need is to be seen.
To be understood.
To be accepted as I am.

This journey I’m on—figuring out my relationship with God, with myself, and with the world—is new.

It’s personal.
And it’s something I’m still learning to understand.

But what I do know is this:

My life may come with challenges.
There are days frustration still gets the best of me.
There are moments I feel misunderstood.

But none of that takes away from who I am.

Maybe this path isn’t about becoming someone different—

Maybe it’s about finally accepting the person I was always created to be.

✌️😊💛
— Marie W.O.W.C.P.
Seeing the beauty between the challenges.