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In these blog posts, I will be sharing my stories and things I learned from each moment, and how we have the ability to get light from darkness that chases us. 

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What it means to be a survivor.

I was born three months early, with a raspy breath and decreasing heart rate. I was told I wouldn’t make it, and was pronounced dead that same day. Then, they discovered I was still alive, and worked hard to keep me living.  One thing I learned from that experience was that I had the guts to have a working heart and lungs, but as I grew, people made me want to shut it down. Remarks were like a trail of smoke, the aftermath of a fire. I have a writing disability, ADHD, speech issues, was in physi


Alex. in Life

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