My illness completely ruined my academic career.
It wiped out my dreams, my opportunities, and my admiration.
I blame my illness but mostly I blame myself.
I blame myself for not taking precautions.
For denying I am ill.
I let my illness ruin my dreams.
And I can’t stop crying about it because I don’t know what I do to fix it.
What I could do to make it right.
What I could do start again.
All I could is cry.
Bringing my past into my present.
When you’re thrown into something so young, you don’t think about it too much. I was an only child, so it took me a while to form friends because my stepdad was the headmaster, and I had an accent for a while, but it was still early and you just sort of suck in everything at that age.