diagnosis
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No one is like me
This is a blessing and a curse
No one is as detail oriented as I am
No one thinks like me
I should have known earlier
That something was off.
AGE 3
I am acting out
My own death
Over and
Over and
Over.
Gunshots, falling, screaming,
Nothing.
I keep blocking it out
Tying not to hear it
Can't face the truth
Can't bear to stand it
Trying to stay strong
But it's so hard to do
Because I can't help but hurt
Being diagnosed was tough
Being unknown was worse.
From here it can only get better,
with the right tools and a little good luck.
Optimism will be my guide.
This will be with me
forever
the first thing you should know is that I know you didn't plan for your life to be this way.
you were not a child who dreamt of life trapped in the four mint colored walls of a hospital room.
Struggle
It’s the only thing I’ve known
For as long as I can remember
The older I get the more control I gain
This is my body
