A little over 17, that’s how old I am. More than 6,209 days of constant fighting. Cystic Fibrosis: My greatest enemy, but yet my most beautiful blessing. I have every right to break down at any given moment, but I don’t. I look my enemy in the face everyday with determination and I say, “You will not destroy me. Not today. Not ever.” If you endure every battle with an everlasting amount of optimism and hope, you will make it through anything.
Breathing doesn’t come easy for me, but I am grateful for every breath that I take.
The constant sounds keep playing through my ears.
The constant wheezing, coughing, and huffing; day after day. year after year.
The tubes, the machines, the feeling of no escape.
There's a pain on my shoulders from all of this unspeakable weight.
"But you don't look sick.." is a phrase I have learned to neglect.
It may be true, but that’s because the inside of me is something I have learned to not reflect.
It's a fight against my own, compelling self.
It's a fight against this vague, indecisive health.
I have learned to accept fate, defeat, and unwanted struggles at a very young age.
It's something you learn to do after they have constantly been engaged.
A lot of times, I feel my mind and body becoming weak, surrendered, and numb.
In these moments, I lose myself and the tenacious person I have become.
When you fight for so long and see nothing but disappointing and waning results,
You tend to feel this emotion that beats on you like a slow, temporal pulse.
It's okay to breakdown. It's okay to let your hurt and feelings show.
Just remember that you have this moment today, and look forward to tomorrow.
It may feel like you have reached your breaking point or perhaps the end of your fight,
but remember that there's a will in your heart that only you can ignite.
Your struggles may be unbelievably hard, but they were given to you to conquer,
So, play your part with an undetermined amount of strength and never fail to prosper.