threeinchestall

How soccer explains my world.

A question on formspring sparked this post.
I'm hoping that you don't feel I 'gave up' on soccer.
I'd never give up on myself.

I wish I could even find words, to describe my love for the game.

An entire childhood where my parents shuttered while I was running circles on a grassy field, lined with white paint marking my territory.

Indoor or outdoor, at any expense, it never ended.

My parents and siblings at every game. Every game.

An unbelieveable amount of support from the close relationships built.

My teammates, my family.

I specifically remember a coach telling me to prioritize my life.

First, family.

Second school work.

Third, soccer.

Eat, sleep, breathe soccer.

I loved it, need I say more?

Summer camps, morning workouts, far away games.

Not one detail has slipped away from me.

Freshman, sophomore, junior,
senior year in high school.
First, Mono.

Second, a car accident.

Who would have thought that this would change my entire life?

To this day. Excruciating pain fills to the top of my head to the nerve endings that set below the skin of my toes, this very day. An unknown feat. Sciatic nerve damage. My head is filled of the many possible reasons why this such thing is occuring in my body. It still fathoms me that such a painful physical aspect is actually happening to such an individual. That doesn't mean I am of much higher power of every being in this world, it just blows my mind that this pain is such a killer. One day. Three pills.  I sit here on the computer perspiring because the pain has carried itself to my mental being. To the one aspect in my physical and mental being that I didn't want it to wonder to. But of all days, this very day, "thee pain," has one. And all I want to do is sleep, eat, and shower.

 Pain Vs. Busy life.

This situation is such a complicated figure, I am still yet to deal with it.

A dream, crushed.

My dream.

These people changed my life. We were all so different, but had one thing in common. The love. Sisterhood and friendship. I am happy and think about each of these girls often. What they taught me. And Bergholm. I thank him for teaching me to have heart. To be a sport about life, to have a positive outlook. I'm only one of the many girls he's coached and I hope he knows my gratitude for what he did for me. I wish he knew that this time in my life shaped me to be the person I've become today, and will keep molding me more and more.

I feel both happy and an ounce of sadness.
Disappointment, but moments of peace and gratitude.

I had goals.

I wish I could be playing college soccer.

I hope that every one of these girls appreciates that they can still play, and doesn't take one second on the field for granted. To my dear friends. Chanise R., Lindsay J., Tasha P., Shayla Fox A., Alyssa H., Briar R., Nicole C., Courtney T., Jessica Fox H., Hillary J., and to my Celtic Storm team, Mika W., Haley Boshard C., Amy and Abbey C., Katelyn G, and Motts.

I owe it.

I love it.

I miss it.

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-h.