Today, I'm filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness as I contemplate that this day marks the end of my formal physical therapy sessions. Amanda, my wonderful physical therapist, shared with me that if I feel confident, I can continue my home program like I did during my hiatus, everything should go fine.
The thought of no longer having regular appointments is both thrilling and daunting. On one hand, it's a testament to the progress I've made and the strength I've gained over the past months. I'm elated by the idea of reaching this milestone and being able to continue my journey independently.
But on the other hand, there's a lingering fear of whether I'll be able to maintain the same level of dedication and consistency without the accountability of regular sessions. The thought of being solely responsible for my progress is both empowering and intimidating. Honestly, I feel like my two-year-old grandson when his parents leave him with me to go on a date night. I feel like the toddler and like ATI is the parent, I just want to wrap myself around its leg and scream "No Go, No Go"! But I'm the one leaving.
Nevertheless, I'm choosing to embrace this moment with optimism and determination. I'll approach this week with renewed focus and commitment, knowing that I have the tools, knowledge, and inner strength to continue moving forward on my path to wellness. Whatever the outcome, I'm grateful for the support and guidance I've received and excited for the possibilities that lie ahead.
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