So I decided for this post to try and capture an image of me that was me at my most vulnerable.
So, since I didn't really want to take any pictures of me naked or taking a crap, I decided to focus on my one major hindrance: my crippling asthma.
This is me and my breathing machine. Without it I would probably be dead.
See, I inherited my mom's debilitating asthma. Thanks, mom. So now I need to inhale medicine from this machine two to four times a day. if I don't, then I can't breathe. Plain and simple.
It usually takes about 15 minutes to take a treatment, which gives me time to think. Sometimes I get angry at my father. My dad once said that my mother's asthma was "all in her head." And I probably agreed with him, way back when I was able to breathe. Now I need to be tied to a machine in order to live peacefully, so how dare he even THINK something like that.
Anyway, I wanted to end on a happy, less depressed note.