I really wasn’t sure if I should link up to this, this week. I didn’t know how to approach it and whether I should, given the way that I have been feeling of late. I however decided to look at it as a celebration of beating the odds rather than the morbid dwelling on death.
When I was 15, doctors told me that if I continued the way I was, that they would be surprised if I made it to 16…I outlasted that prediction. Much to my dismay.
When I was 18, they told me if I continued the way that I was that I would be lucky to make it to 21. Here I am almost 3 years later…beating the odds. I’m still here battle scars and all.
My behaviours didn’t change until 3 years ago…I guess I must have always had a small glimmer of hope. Even when I was downing 100’s of pills.
I’m lucky that I haven’t suffered any long term physical side effects. Shit got messy but the scars show that I survived. I fought and I won…just.
Do you know what you’d want to be your funeral song? Would it be a celebration of beating the odds? Link up with Edenland and tell your story too.