She was frustrated by her immobility and chronic pain. In her mind, she felt like she could simply stand up and walk wherever she wanted. But in reality, her body was stuck in a wheelchair.
“I’m in a funk,” she declared in my clinic office. “I don’t want to do anything anymore.” This sort of conversation played on repeat week in and week out.
I was feeling breezy one afternoon after one of my favorite songs played in my earbuds on my way back from lunch (which always spurs me to call my lifelong best friend and serenade her voicemail because she gets me). So that day I asked the frustrated woman in my office, “What’s your favorite music?”
A small smile played on her lips. “Rock and roll,” she said. “1950s. Those were the happiest days of my life.”
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