BPD

Hello. My name is Miranda. I am 22 years old. My life has been one hell of a roller coaster. Pardon my French. I know everyone has heard sad stories that are tear jerkers. That leave you crying and wondering “how could someone go through that?”, “I feel so bad for them”. Well, here is another one. No, but for real. My life hasn’t been the easiest. I have gone through a lot in my life. Its like you look back on your past and can’t believe that you went through all that and never gave up. Well, let’s go back to the very beginning. When I was born, I was born with beta-strep meningitis. I literally died when I was a baby, but the doctor and the good Lord above helped me to stay alive. I was in the hospital for 28 days after I was born. But I lived. The light didn’t get me. So, since I lived, I got to experience a whole load of BS through my years. From my father coming in and out of my life, from watching my mom basically work herself to death to take care of us. I mean, I’m five and in kindagarden, and I see my mom for maybe an hour or so before she has to go to work. It was like that for years. Bed time was 6:30. Every night. My father was always getting my siblings’ and my hopes up. Saying he will be here this weekend, and we will sit outside for hours waiting. And he will never show. So my mom would come get us, and bring us in. Tell us he had to work or something came up. Always making sure we didn’t think down on him or hate him. Which I give her props for. Because , honestly, I couldn’t do it. So imma stop her for now. I know, I know. What happens next, you say? Well, sit, relax, and just wait to read on.

Remember, you are perfectly, imperfect. 🖤