The Beginning:

For me to tell you my story we have to start from the very beginning; I was born in February 11th, 1997.  I was a lovely, healthy, sleepy baby girl just like any other. 

But I used to suffer from seizures a lot and used to spend a lot of my time in the hospital. One of the medication the doctors gave caused a huge allergic reaction. After that, I was diagnosed with Steven Johnson Disorder. If you don't know what this is, I don't blame you. It's very rare and the chances of surviving it are even more rare. It's a skin disorder. It basically leaves the patient looking like a little monster. At least, that's what my parents tell me. I don't remember it, thank god. 

The point is, don't google it. It's not pretty.

Besides all odds, I survived. 

I'm here, living and okay. 

I'm one of those people who believes in destiny. That everyone is here for a purpose, even if they know or not. 

And the fact that I'm alive right now typing this means something. Something huge. 

Whether you believe in God, any other great unknown force or if simply you don't believe in anything at all because you think it doesn't matter, no one can deny that we are all alive right now for a reason. 

Don't waste it. 

xoxo, 

- Merzy