Everyone talks about how the youngest child gets all the attention from their parents.

Well what if I told you it’s not the best, exspecially if you have a chronic illness,every small crash is a “Are you Okay?” Even though it was a medicine bottle.leaving the house is worse, I physically had to cut conversation to a minimum of 1 in-person visit a month, and maybe 3 phone calls a month. Because it gotten to the point where they would track my location after the first month after I moved, so I turned my location off, then they showed up at my apartment that week after.

They consistently tag me in Facebook post exspecially, events I don’t normally got to ever. The Day of me finally moving. My mom and dad kept on driving slow in front of me because they didn’t want me to feel rushed which was just irritating me. I didn’t cry sad tears when they left and I knew they were gone for about a few miles.

I ended up huggy my boyfriend because he got me out. He help me leave a family that worked me 24/7 but once a doctor told them I’m not strong enough and need rest, they stay quiet until that doctors note is useless.

Leaving was harder to prepare for then witness, Witnessing felt like letting my anger out at a rage room, In my parents house, whenever I tried to be like the girls in my grade growing up, getting my hair done, doing my nails, or even dressing up, I always got bullied even by my family. My brothers stopped once I got to High School. Which really means I got diagnosed with a none curable disease that could eventually cause organ failure.

Don’t worry everything is fine, I’m fine. I live on my own at 20 years old with my boyfriend of 1 year. I have a adorable Boxer mix with weinmaraner. And Life actually is peaceful for once. I don’t have any anger. I’m happy, I’m enjoying life, and I’m not afraid to live.