I am 21 years old and have been battling with depression for 9 yrs.
I am 21 years old and I have had a stroke.
I am 21 years old and I have graduated high school.
I am 21 years old and I have a driver's license.
I am 21 years old and I have a little trouble with math and science as an after effect of my stroke.
I am 21 years old and I have ADD.
I am 21 years old and I have a physical disability.
I am 21 years old and I have had not one but two very good jobs.
I am 21 years old and I have aspirations.
I am 21 years old and I dreams.
I am 21 years old and I have to wear glasses so I can actually see well.
I am 21 years old and was told that since I have a disability that might be in my interest to live in a home for mentally and physically challenged individuals.
I am 21 years old and despite some of the things listed above I AM AN INDEPENDENT PERSON. I have grown up knowing that although I am a little different I should never let that stop me from going after what I want. No matter what I am who I am, and I would get the chance to be as normal as I can be. I would get the chance to go to college when I was ready. I would get the chance to date. I would get the chance to get engaged, married, and have babies if I wanted. I would get to cook myself food and if I decided that I wanted to eat with my left hand I could. My drink would go in sippy cup just so I wouldn't spill it all over myself, and someone would sit there with me so I wouldn't be alone and encourage me that I could do the best thing for me (finishing a meal with the hand I was told I would never be able to use.) And with one phone call all of the would/could/should get to do could just disappear. I sure as heck hope not. Because even if there was nothing else I had left at least I'd have my independence.
Until Next Time <3
