Three Years

My three year anniversary of spelling is this week. I am feeling very emotional about it. So much has changed in these three years. I feel like having a party. I am thinking about being a nonspeller versus being a speller: so much is better now. 


Three years ago I was suffering in school, being treated like a moron. I had never talked to anyone, including my brother, Trevor, who also could not talk back then.  I had no hope for a meaningful life, no friends, no education. The world was bleak.

Today everything is different. I am in college now, and I have hope. I have friends. I can talk to my family, my friends, doctors, etc. I am getting educated, and making up for lost time. I am being a light for others in the nonspeaking community through my advocacy work. 

I am getting teared up writing this; everything is so much better. I believe in myself now, and that is a gift.