I have been asked several times what motivates me?
At 27, after becoming paralysised from my chest downwards, how did I pick myself up, dust myself off and keep going against my odds? How did I find grit, heart and self-discipline to overcome personal complications and still find it in myself to want to try to support others in some way?
There were days when I would hide under the covers of my hospital bed as the world around me turned in to a blur of white noise. I could not escape the constant internal struggle between anger and sadness that had enraptured my mind. There, alone in the darkness it would feel like my heart had accelerated far past a normal human rhythm as I imagined the gut wrenching doubts and reservations about my life that lay ahead. As blood rushed to my head the whole world faded away to a crystallized screen of silent white and I lay there forgetting how to exist.
It was in those moments I forced myself to search deep within and question who I was and what my real motives and true values were.
They were still the exact same as before.
The answers to our real motives and true values will hopefully remind us that we are capable to overcome anything life throws at us, nothing will stop us from triumphing in the face of adversity. These are the questions to ask yourself, every day if need be, until you get to the answers you need to feed your motivation.