There was a point when I was in the hospital and my heart stopped beating. My mother was not allowed to see me, but the next day I recovered and no longer needed tubes or anything to help me breathe. I was no longer labeled ‘hopeless’ I was labeled a ‘miracle’ child. When my mother told me about that incident, I didn't believe it. She showed me pictures and they made me sad. To think that I was at the verge of dying and thinking what would've happened to my mother, but I'm here. I was considered disabled mentally and physically. I was forced to start school at the age of two for disabled children. I was developing like a normal girl, I was able to walk and talk and do everything like a normal child. Once I started pre-k and onto 8th grade I was placed with an the individual education program (IEP), had speech therapy, and had extra help. This held me back a grade because I was slowly developing normally. I would be at the same level with the other kids. I was bullied because I was “disabled”. I would get more attention and special treatment but, I never liked it. It made me feel like an idiot making me think something was really wrong with