A Changed Route Is Not a Cancelled Destination

This piece grew out of my memoir, Still Standing, about living with an undiagnosed neurological condition that has slowly changed how I walk, speak and write. I used to think hope meant knowing exactly where you were headed. I have learned it means choosing to keep travelling even when the route changes and the destination is uncertain. This piece separates two things people often confuse: adaptation and surrender, support and weakness, a difficult chapter and a finished story. I wrote it because I still want a life, and I refuse to let uncertainty be the reason I stop building one.