Please note that I started writing this 10 days ago so it may feel a bit out of place with the current conversation...
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My DBT coordinator in 2016 called me a miracle...
That even when I was 20 when I started recovery I was trying to get better... trying to be normal...
There is no such thing as normal but he wasn't wrong in saying that I'm remarkable...
The problem solver in me saw me as a problem to be fixed... that I'm a writer and so writing is what became my outlet, unintentionally how I apparently started fixing me... that I've always believed that something was inherently wrong with me...
The world tells us that there is something wrong with us, something different about us, but they couldn't be further from the truth. We are the miracles in our world, the ones who fight the hardest battle and come out stronger, come out braver, come out how we have to because we've learned that we are worth fighting for.
We live out the statements "every time you thought you wouldn't make it, you were wrong and you are even stronger and more capable now" and "to be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing it's best to make you somebody else is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight".
We learn that we don't just fight against the beliefs from our traumas, we fight the beliefs of so much of humanity, that we are more than what the world tells us, we are more capable than so much of the world sees.
That the ones who see us and walk alongside us in the constant battle are the ones who become our lifelong friends because they are far too rare to let go of easily.
We are not what is wrong with the world, we are the people that help make it right.
That is a beautiful thing, a wonderful thing, it's the thing that makes us all miracles, not just me.