While I was growing up, being told that you are “childish” was an insult in my family. So I was doing my best to grow up as soon as possible, to prove that I am all grown up and not a child in any way. Achieve, don’t feel.
I was sixteen when I was diagnosed with a health disorder. I won’t say what is it, but it isn’t eating one.
I was sixteen when my life broke into pieces. When everything I knew, was no longer.
I was sixteen when I felt completely confused and extremely scared.
I didn’t know… what now?
I didn’t realise that the medical confirmation was not made that day, but days and days before.
That the things I’ve gone through and the life I was living could not be healthy.
I wanted to be “normal” so bad when I was sixteen. But we all do.
I was sixteen and feeling sad.
I was sixteen and though that my life has gone into wrong direction. That it “was not supposed to be like this”.
I was sixteen when I asked for the first time: “Why me, God?”
Little did I know that life does not discriminate.
Sixteen was ten years ago.
A lot has changed.
Love has come.
And kick out the fears away.
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