This picture literally describes my life. I was born premature (10 weeks/ 2.5 months early) and made it. The only road blocks in my life have been epilepsy (diagnosed and gone within 3 years) and now this depression. Neither of which though were related to the fact that I was born a preemie. I have fought since day one and I need to continue to keep on fighting. Whether it is with how I feel about my body, how my friends are treating me, how I am struggling with my relationship with my parents, whatever it may be I need to fight on. I was born a fighter and I will continue on til I make it out having fought and put everything on the edge to make it where I want to go.