I was facing things that I was afraid of. I was afraid that I couldn't find the urge to keep on fighting. But I knew I needed to. It was what my parents would want. My sisters. My friends. Everyone. This was one war that I didn't want to lose. So with that fear that I was facing, I was given the choice to fight back or just to abandon it and live with that fear of not getting better for the rest of my life. I chose to fight. Now 18, and I have fought every step of the way. I still am, but at least now I know I'm not alone. So I hope to share throughout my stories. My name's Alex. I hope you enjoy.