In March of 2021, my life changed forever when I was diagnosed with Limb Girdle Muscular Dystrophy 2L after an eight-year long search for answers. Finding out you have an extremely rare progressive muscular disease with no treatments or cures isn't news that I would wish on anyone. The first few months after my diagnosis were some of the darkest and hardest times in my life. The grief caused by my loss of mobility and the obsession with living in the past instead of celebrating the positive things in my life were breaking me down, causing more pain than any fall could ever produce. However, now I stand two years later, a very different person. I have grown so much mentally and emotionally. From understanding that even though I am a very independent person, it's okay to receive help and that I can't do it all alone anymore. To the acceptance that I need to start carrying a cane to protect myself from my unpredictable falls and make it a part of my life and own it, instead of letting t...