Posted October 08, 2018 09:37:58 A new beginning.
The next chapter of my life is finally beginning.
It’s a story of self-acceptance and growing up.
I never imagined this would be the end of my journey, but it is.
I’m on the road to recovery.
I can’t wait to begin to live a normal life again.
I am living the American dream.
It’s a dream I dreamed of when I was a child and still feel it today.
It is a dream of the American Dream.
It is a story I’ve always wanted to tell.
I wanted to be an actor and a comedian, to be a star, to become an athlete and a champion.
I dreamed about a life of happiness and opportunity.
I didn’t want to be famous, I didn’t even want to have a life.
I just wanted to work and enjoy my life.
I had a hard time finding a job.
I struggled with my English and with language.
I felt like a loser.
My life as an actor was a disaster.
I never even dreamed of having a successful career.
I just wanted a normal childhood.
I couldn’t even walk.
I used to just lie down and cry.
I could never stop crying.
I was anorexic.
I needed help.
I called my parents every day.
I cried so much.
I thought if I don’t go to the doctor, I’ll die.
But the doctors said, “Don’t worry.
You’re doing fine.”
I was a little worried, but I was so excited.
I told them that I was just too young to die.
They told me that they could do something for me.
I said, you don’t have to worry.
I’ll be fine.
I told my parents that I’m sorry for the way I was treated.
I am so sorry for everything that happened.
I can’t forget what they did for me, but they didn’t have a choice.
They had to help me.
They brought me to my room.
I couldn’t get out.
I fell asleep in the bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night.
My dad was at work.
He told me I have to go to my car and drive to my house.
I walked through the door.
I saw the car.
The engine was running.
I opened the door and I saw my mother.
She had tears in her eyes and she told me, “I love you.”
I woke her up.
She told me to get up.
I went into the living room.
She was crying, “Are you OK?”
I told her I am fine.
She said, ‘You have to leave.’
I went to the front door.
My mom was there.
She just sat me down and started crying.
She went into my room and started asking me questions.
I said, I’m not going to tell anyone about this.
I went back into the bedroom and opened my door.
I saw that my mom was crying.
I asked her what’s wrong.
She started crying again.
I hugged her and told her that I love her and I will be there for her.
She hugged me and told me she loves me too.
I started crying harder.
I called my dad and told him what happened.
He said, no one will ever believe me because my mom is so sweet and I have the same kind of personality.
My dad told me he has to take care of her.
I had to tell my parents what happened and that I have no choice.
I got home from work and told my mom everything.
I came back from work.
I got home.
I came out and I was crying in my room, crying, crying.
It was so hard to breathe.
I have been on medication for years and I didn:t want to let this happen.
I’m anorexia, and I used medication for the first time, too.
I cried and cried.
I woke up at 3 a.m. to get ready for work.
Then I was in my office.
I tried to call my mom, but she wouldn’t answer.
I thought I’d call her when I got back, but then I couldn.
I rang her in the afternoon.
She came out of her office crying.
My mother was crying and crying.
That’s when I told my dad.
He called her and he said, my mom’s been eating.
He came out to the car and I went to her room.
He said, she’s in a lot of pain.
She’s in anorectic shock.
She said, don’t worry, it’s okay.
I will get better.
My mom was at my bedside for the last five minutes of my mother’s life.
She has a broken arm and her leg is gone.
I’ve been there five days and my mom hasn’t moved an inch.
She hasn’t even looked at me.
She doesn’t know what happened,