Wow...

Wow, that was a dark children’s story. Now…why would I write something so utterly dark, graphic, and depressing?

       The answer: to teach a very important lesson. Those who lose hope, lose themselves. It’s a very important thing to remember. You cannot let other people define you, or any illness you have define you.

       The girl was mistreated by her friends and family…all because she had a rare disease that they didn’t understand. Fear and ignorance can cause a lot of bad things to happen.

       But when people are ignorant…they aren’t worth my time or my friendship. I’ve had a lot of people tell me what I had…and didn’t have… It hurt… I cried when they hurt me… But as I hurt, I grew stronger.

       People call me an angel because of my strength…but I’m only human.

       I wear my heart on my sleeve; I get hurt a lot. But still, through that pain…I have become stronger, wiser, and kinder.

       Through pain I have learned righteousness; through suffering I have learned the truth quality of man.

       All bad words fall off me. Rejection hurts, but I learn quickly not to allow people to own me.

       Cruel people…get out of my way, because the Lupus Warrior is back!