Thirty three, who would have thought I’d make it this far? I might be pushing ahead of myself here but tomorrow I will be celebrating my 33rd birthday. I was born in a small North Eastern Iowa town 2 months premature. I barely made it out of the hospital, they had to send me to one of the slightly larger cities near by where I stayed I don’t know how long. They didn’t didn’t think I’d get out of the hospital alive. I was baptized there at the hospital and had my last rights given to me. But I pulled through. I moved back into the home my parents lived.
I’ve grown from that premature little baby to a 33 year old woman. I have my battles, I suffer from border-line Paranoid Schizophrenia, Severe Depression, and high anxiety. I am overweight yes, extremely overweight actually. There are many things about myself I would like to change but I’m alive.
I always said 33 was my lucky number. I love the number 3 and two 3’s just make it all the better. Maybe this year will go by better for me. Maybe I’ll finish my book? Maybe it’ll get published. Maybe so many things will happen and this deep hole I’ve been falling down will start to reveal away out. Maybe, just maybe.
Thirty three, who would have thought I’d make it this far in life?