BI- PAP

on top of everything else. i have to now use, a bi-pap.
i hate this so much
i feel like i cant breathe when i have it on...the sight of it makes me wanna cry.
heres a poem. By Bailey Archer:

Where Am I ?

The world is spinning.

It feels as though gravity is pressing down on me with the heavy weight of the earth.

Where am I?

A cold,

Unforgiving place.

A place where the light never goes.

A child’s nightmare.

I’m running,

From what I don’t know.

I’m running from what I’m afraid to be.

I’m running from the things people want me to be.

Twisting and spinning,

Having trouble,

Can’t quite see where I am heading yet.

I see a light,

A light at the end of the long stretching road.

One brighter and more pure then I have ever seen before.

I hurl myself out of the pit of who I’m not.

I pull myself up.

I run wide eyed,

Into the mysterious magic of the bright light.

I am here.

The place I wanted to be. The place I longed to be.