Straight Lines, Not a Straight Spine

This is based on what I've been (and going) through and names have been changed for privacy.
I want to let people know that this is a hard battle to fight, but there are people who will willingly fight with you. I want to also show anyone who stumbled across this and is dealing with something else that we fight with you and feel your pain, even if it's not the same. If you haven't dealt with pain and strife yet, get ready. I know that's grim, but our hard-fought battles are what shape us, not our accomplishments. We're all fighters inside; I think that my fight now is going to mold me into a powerful woman and everyone will soon see that.
I just got rid of my brace, but there aren't too many stories, and they're mostly about surgery or are incomplete. I want people to know that there can be success, even if it's rare.
I'm also pretty obsessed with Broadway musicals; "Anastasia" in particular. I learned from Anya that most people travel across continents to find themselves. Others travel with their family and friends and lovers to find themselves. Some people travel through time (no, not with a time machine) to find themselves. I fit there. You might fit somewhere else. But we can't find ourselves staying still and feeling sorry for ourselves. Thank you. That's my two cents.
Also, I think I'll tell you one of the songs I like listening to at the beginning of each chapter. Please let me know if I should. I think it would be cool. Also, the songs probably won't relate to the chapter itself.
Also, my extra thoughts will usually be in parentheses. Or the parentheses will be explaining things.
I know this is a random blurb and you want to know where this is going to go, but I thought I should tell you. Now (hopefully) without further ado, our story begins. . .