When I was 13 I was diagnosed with Epilepsy.
It’s not the worst thing in the world but going through 13 years of your life thinking you have it all planned out and knowing you’re going to be successful and then having it all pulled out from under you can fuck with you a little bit. Me and my dad we the closest a father and daughter could be up until this point. It’s like after I got diagnosed he stopped loving me. I suddenly became the “problem child” and he didn’t want to even be around me anymore, like he couldn’t even bear to look at me. We didn’t talk we fought we yelled and screamed at each other like animals and when we did he’d call me things like “stupid”, “dumbass”, and “idiot” to say the least I’m not a stupid person. I never have been. I’m a really smart person or at least I like to think so. I’m no genius but I’m not stupid. Something like that coming from someone I had so much love for and so much respect for,someone I thought loved me, respected me…someone I looked up to…It broke my heart, and ruined my mind. I started believing it. I started listening to it. Everyday I’d come home from hearing “whore” “*****” “ugly” “slut” “weird” “crazy” at school to “stupid” “idiot” “dumbass” at home. I couldn’t get away from the torture.