I started my freshman year of high school at a new school in San Antonio, shortly after moving to Texas, I was excited for the new year. Everything was normal until the end of the year. Around that time, I started having memory issues and depressing thoughts. My problems quickly developed into anxiety, odd headaches, night terrors, hallucinations, and dissociative episodes. Some of which still plague me today. I had no motivation to leave my bed or do anything. How could I? I had no control over my life.
But for some strange reason, I just started to write poetry. I don’t even remember writing my first one. I never had any special interest in writing and I had never written for fun until then. With this newfound ability, I flipped my lucid dreams into ominous text, and the voices in my head into little love stories. My life changed when I ran into these invisible obstacles, but I was blessed with a way to tune them out. So now I’m a sixteen year old who was struck with a talented way with words and a passion for writing, or an insane little kid who sputters pretty phrases in-between loads of gibberish. Either way, I’m having fun.