My birthday had been a momentous occasion. Ever since I was eight years old I had been suffering from a rare, degenerative, life-threatening chronic illness where tomorrow was not a guarantee (Just a few days after my birthday I’d had severe anemia and an underactive thyroid added on to my growing list of health issues), so my nineteenth birthday was something to be joyously celebrated.
I also was basking in the glow of having graduated high school and finished up my first year of college simultaneously. I had been homeschooled through half of middle school and all of high school so I was able to take college courses for both high school and college credits.
After my birthday and graduation, I suffered from what my parents called boredom or anxiety or a letdown. They had a new theory every day. In my opinion, which eventually got backed up by Dr. … Find Out What Happens Next