What truly makes someone grow as a person? Is it the experiences they go through, or is it growing up? For me it was both. When I was 18, you could pin me as the most naive girl on the block (or acre, considering where I lived). But seven years later, I have learned my lesson with a lot of things, and my disease has especially taught me to be more appreciative. For so long I took so much for granted, whether it was my mom or the place that I was living. After going through what I did and working so hard to get to point B, I have too much to be thankful for to take it for granted. When I look back on that time period of when my life was not in the best shape, all that really matters is that I can look to where I am now and know that I grew from that. I am not the same person that screams at her mother for no reason. I don’t need a ride to work anymore, because I can walk there. And even though at one point it was hard for me to accept, I know who I am because of the person that I was.
"You can't get to point B without a point A."
-Unknown
