It wasn’t so long ago that I was in high school. That I graduated high school despite incredible odds. That I even graduated with honors (though it should have been high honors as I got an A in creative writing but my teacher turned in his grades late so that’s not what the graduation program says.
Despite learning disorders, despite that being the year I turned my father into the police, despite that being the year my health completely fell apart, I still graduated high school. Even now, nine years later, it’s one of my proudest achievements.
Nine years ago, I had so many hopes and dreams. I wanted my PHD. I wanted to do something with children. Never did I think my health would continue to spiral downhill. Never did I think that in 2007 I would be approved for SSI in less than a month. Never did I think that my father would die at the age of 66. Never did I think that in 2015, I would still not even have my bachelor’s degree.
I’ve come to accept that life isn’t always what we want. Even though I have an incredible amount of debt from my college education that was never completed, I truly don’t think I’d trade it for the world. I would have never met Nick. Anna and I wouldn’t be as close as we are. For all I know, I wouldn’t have Athena. Life happens. It’s not always what we want, but it’s all what it’s supposed to be. Somehow.