Courage is something that some have more of than others. I would not consider myself to have always been the courageous or confident type. I do wish now though that I would have had the courage that I have today two years ago. It all started then when I was always trying to be a part of a group of some sort at school, and I wouldn’t consider them to be real friends now. But my real friends were always scattered around it seemed, so I would try to alternate who I would hangout with, which wasn’t always as even as it should have been. It all got worse the next year though when I started sports, then I lost even more time to hangout with my real friends. The sports practices were all summer long also. Not to mention that school was getting harder because of adding extra activities. I was also always involved in our church, I would be there every Sunday morning and night, and don’t forget about Wednesdays either, or the church outings like camps in other states, or just work days around the church. I would also play music for them in two groups, in one I had played guitar for probably about two years. And the other one was newer and I was also singing while playing the music. Practices were hard for me, it was every Sunday and Wednesday night after church, sometimes it went three hours after church. Then about this time last year I had started getting sick with stomach problems, So I missed several weeks of school because of doctors appointments. Pass forward a couple of weeks, I finally got I diagnosis. Time to start my missed schoolwork of several weeks. It was all very stressful. One day when I was really stressed out everything went wrong very very fast. I randomly started hyperventilating. None of my family knew why that happened including me. At the end of that week it was still happening when I got stressed. The weeks to follow got worse, the stress resulting in me have random jerks in my body, and if it was bad enough I would have seizure’s. Some of the other things included falling sometimes, never feeling safe at all, and couldn’t handle bright lights and loud noises always, stuttering, and talking with weird accents. We went to doctors but most said it was me getting out of school for fun. I had doctors appointments where I was sent to the E.R. for the rest of the night for testing, but nothing was helpful. At this time I wasn’t able to keep going to my dads house because I just couldn’t handle it. If I haven’t already told you my parents are divorced and I would go back and forth in between their houses. Anyways my dad was not happy about this and could care less about any of this which didn’t come as a surprise to anyone really. Sometimes he would come into my moms house and yell at me and my brother to get in his car now or was going to grab us and put us in his car himself. Non of this helped, well months after this started we found out what I had, it was the diagnosis of FND or functional neurological disorder. Which basically just screwed up my nervous system for life. After several other months of knowing what I had we finally found a doctor that could help, but she was in Colorado and I was in Mississippi. We finally made it to Colorado and got the help I needed for months. When we finished there we came back home, but with FND it’s not something that you can just fix it’s something you have to learn to live with. At this time I still couldn’t go to my dads and he still didn’t care about how I felt at all. So we all decided we liked Colorado and moved there. And that is were I am right now in this story, still moving. But if I had only had the Courage to make the changes in my life I needed then, none of this would have ever even been thought of.