Fighting For Freedom-Personal Narrative

This I believe.

A fighter, That's what some people call me. Family, friends, people I don't even really know. They call me a fighter because I fight in my head, against something that can be way more powerful than me. If I win a fight, they call me a fighter because I overcame it, I faced it and won. If I loose, They call me a fighter because I get back on my feet and face it again. There is an infinite amount of rounds. I am almost always fighting. Fighting for my freedom, my happiness, fighting for an amazing life. How do I not give up after 11 years? How do I not get tired? Cause I believe I am strong. I believe that life is a game. There are challenges and obstacles, big and small, that makes life hard. But at the end of every challenge, there is an adventure, an experience. Everyone's game is full of challenge and experiences , good or bad. Only the strongest people are willing to get up and play, and if an
It was a scary experience and it changed me. I knew that Portland did help me, It got rid of my rage attacks and made me feel much better by changing my meds, but that didn't get rid of the trauma.I changed my bedroom so I didn't have to remember the terrifying rage attacks, I cried, I was terrified that I would have To go again, I had nightmares, I pulled my hair out, and school seemed horrifying to come back to. But I went to therapy, I slowly got back on my feet, I got better, regained my skills, and after that horrible experience, I finally got up and started my life again. I wouldn't let this take over my life. I wanted to be happy. That's why they call me strong, that's why they call me a fighter. I had been through so much, and it was exhausting and terrifying, and I felt like giving up and hiding under the covers was the only way to feel peace, but I knew I was wrong. I wouldn't be happy, or in peace. I would feel sad. So I got back up, started fighting my fight, and continued my game. This would not ever get in my