"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined.
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned.
Staring at the blank page before you,
Open up the dirty window.
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.
Reaching for something in the distance,
So close you could almost taste it,
Release you inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, No one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten."
--Natasha Bedingfield "Unwritten"
Dear Diary,
My life is not over.
It took me a while to come to this realization.
My future constantly flashes before my eyes. I wonder how I'm going to survive and how my quality of life is going to be. I wonder how I will be able to finish college, get a job, and start a family.
It's easy, it's so easy to think, to believe that my life is over.
And I think some people think that to. They may not tell me straight to my face, but sometimes I feel like people treat me like my life is over. They think "She can't, she's sick" or they pity me. They write me off and don't believe that my life can ever be good, but they also fail to realize that my life is good. I may be sick. I may feel weak and tired sometimes, but I am still happy. I have a wonderful family, amazing friends, and the strength to carry on. My sickness hasn't changed that. It hasn't broken me down and made me give up on the world, on people. Maybe it has even shown me how good and beautiful people really are. I don't blame and hate the world because I'm sick. I am not unhappy because I'm sick.
And I'm not going anywhere because this is just the beginning for me.
My life will never be easy. I will always be sick. I will always be tired. I will always have to fight because there is no cure. There is no fix, but that doesn't mean I have to stop living. And no, I will not have a "normal" life, but I can still have everything a "normal" person has. I'll just have it in a different way.
My illness has not taken away my life. It has not taken away who I am, and it never will. It will never define me.
Because being sick doesn't end your life,
It changes it.
Love Forever & Always,
Me
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned.
Staring at the blank page before you,
Open up the dirty window.
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.
Reaching for something in the distance,
So close you could almost taste it,
Release you inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, No one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten."
--Natasha Bedingfield "Unwritten"
Dear Diary,
My life is not over.
It took me a while to come to this realization.
My future constantly flashes before my eyes. I wonder how I'm going to survive and how my quality of life is going to be. I wonder how I will be able to finish college, get a job, and start a family.
It's easy, it's so easy to think, to believe that my life is over.
And I think some people think that to. They may not tell me straight to my face, but sometimes I feel like people treat me like my life is over. They think "She can't, she's sick" or they pity me. They write me off and don't believe that my life can ever be good, but they also fail to realize that my life is good. I may be sick. I may feel weak and tired sometimes, but I am still happy. I have a wonderful family, amazing friends, and the strength to carry on. My sickness hasn't changed that. It hasn't broken me down and made me give up on the world, on people. Maybe it has even shown me how good and beautiful people really are. I don't blame and hate the world because I'm sick. I am not unhappy because I'm sick.
And I'm not going anywhere because this is just the beginning for me.
My life will never be easy. I will always be sick. I will always be tired. I will always have to fight because there is no cure. There is no fix, but that doesn't mean I have to stop living. And no, I will not have a "normal" life, but I can still have everything a "normal" person has. I'll just have it in a different way.
My illness has not taken away my life. It has not taken away who I am, and it never will. It will never define me.
Because being sick doesn't end your life,
It changes it.
Love Forever & Always,
Me
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