What was once filled with life and vigor, pride and celebration is now desolate, lifeless, and one big mess. And, it all started with a simple explosion.
Why was this happening to me?! What was going on?! How do I make it stop?! Too afraid of myself to move, I fell over on the bed, curled up in a ball, and cried myself to sleep. Little did I know, This would be the first of many dark nights that I would not experience until later in life.
I don't have the perfect life. And, I don't have a picturesque story. But, what I have is mine, And it makes me who I am!