[Kate*]

After 28 years of hell ended in my worst nightmare, I broke. I didn't make a "choice." Every part of my mind, body, and soul said "I quit" on the same day in a last ditch effort to preserve my existence. Meanwhile, life continued to collapse on me because God decided that I hadn't had nearly enough yet. I don't owe strangers on the Internet (not here) an explanation, but if I get told one more time that I "chose to let one thing break me" and it's time to "move on", I'll challenge them to survive the same thing. I bet they couldn't do it. I may not be functioning yet, but I'm still breathing and that's good enough for now.

There are multiple people with my disability and my dream. For me, they had to be mutually exclusive, caused my life to completely collapse, and I didn't get to choose. There's a part of me that HATES that.