Slowly, I started to take joy in the small things that brightened my day. Every day I was reminded that I am never alone—and neither are you.
I want you to know that being vulnerable and letting someone help does not equal complaining. You can let people in—even if you’re struggling, even if you don’t have one positive thing going on in your life, and even if your struggles are “not as bad” as someone else’s. You are worth being vulnerable. Yes, you are worth helping -- and your pain is worth voicing.
Yet you have never let any of this dull your sparkle. And you have faced far more loneliness and uncertainty than anyone should have to face, let alone a seventeen-year-old. Yet you carry it all with grace. I’ve never known how you do it.
What do you see when you look at me? Is what you see, the real me? I am the world’s greatest actress. Like my disease, I am the great pretender.…what you don’t see is a girl that battles daily to be more than her disease allows.