Dear reader I am a fighter, since the day I was born 3 months too early at 11:53pm(per my birth cert). I looked at all the info around my birth(medical paper work, my dad has saved it all) and I am amazed that I made it. I am lucky I lived and only got CP.

The DRs have even said that I was lucky that I got the brain bleed in the area I did, higher and I wouldn’t be able to think or talk, lower and I wouldn’t be able to feel or move my body. The bleed happened in the best place for it, given that it happened.

I have made it through other things as well, some of which will be/is already on here and people always ask me “How do you keep going?” The answer is Stopping is not an option, life(as far as I have so far been able to figure out) doesn’t have a stop or a middle in it. You can’t stop where you are and have life stand still around you.

As far as I can see stopping is dying and I don’t want to die yet so I keep going and fighting to see where life will take me. Something in my core self is stuborn as all hell, every time I’ve felt like dying this part of my just kept nagging me to keep moving, just one more day.