Let’s talk about death…

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Brittney, Part one.

Insecurity and depression

I am 21 and I am not a smaller person and I haven’t always been this way.

When I was younger I was small, skinny, skin and bones, etc.

I don’t really remember when I started getting bigger but I suppose it was over the course of 2nd and 3rd grade.

It never really bothered me until middle school when I could kind of realized that people were whispering behind my back and giggling at me. I didn’t really think anything of it then because I liked school and I had a group of friends that liked me for who I was.

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I’ve always seemed to be a victim of circumstance. 

While I was still recovering from my Mom’s death, I started getting sick.

Last year, while I was in the hospital for my 6th ear surgery, I contacted MRSA.

It was just so random, we never would have expected that.  I basically had the infection in me for 3 months before we had to operate on the area.  I had to have a picc line in me all summer and give myself my antibiotics twice daily.  I was so mad and depressed that the ear surgery didn’t work and I contacted that.

Then, I finally woke up and realized how lucky I was.

The infection was so close to spreading to the bone, it was hard to believe it didn’t spread.  It probably should have considering how long I had it but it didn’t.

I realized that someone was looking out for me after all. 

Ever since then, I’ve been more at peace with everything. 

I had my 8th ear surgery last December (3 in one year) and it was a success.  I’m definitely still struggling with my health problems but I’ve been keeping positive.

I just know that I have a lot of people rooting for me “up there.” 

Every day is amazing.


There is something that has been bothering me for a couple years now.
I’m in a mixed family…& by mixed I mean I don’t have the same father as my brothers.
I was born a mistake.
No one needs to tell me “you’re not a mistake” because I am every definition of the word. My parents were very young and they BOTH used protection…so how can I blame them if they were taking the right steps to prevent me? 

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Never Alone.

Thank you for your time and interest!
I was wondering if you’d share a little bit of your life for a post?
I can include your name or keep it totally anonymous.
It can be anything in the world that you want from life, friends, family, your favorite recipe, best/worst memory anything.
If not, I am so sorry to bother you and I hope you have a great day!