By: Michele McLaren (New York, US)
I believe in miracles. And I know that it is a miracle that I am still here. In my 36 years of life I have seen and been through so many things...
As a child growing into my teen years I experienced years of verbal abuse. I suffered from bouts of depression and low self esteem. Throughout high school I suffered with high levels of anxiety, but as it is a tendency in my nature, I have internalized many of my experiences. Frustration and sadness turned into shame and self hatred. I never shared what I went through or what I thought of myself.
I believe over the last 10 years for me, the mask has come off more and more. I have allowed myself to become vulnerable and real. In March of 2005, I got really sick and went to the ER. I had a fever of 104 and a rash on my lower right leg. I was later informed that I had a flesh eating bacteria, better known as necrotizing fasciitis. There was a high chance that my right leg could have been amputated, but it was able to be saved.
Fast forward to February of last year... I was crossing the street on my way to work and was hit by a car. I currently still suffer from the pain of my extensive injuries, but I am alive. There was a time in my life where I felt I wanted to put a period to the pain. Where I had lost all hope. And presently there are days when I have to will myself to keep fighting. But my life is worth a semicolon. I still have a heartbeat, so I fight!