I finally got the discovery draft of my memoir done. Here is a little sample of it:
Shame...
Embarrassment...
Disappointment...
Just because I couldn't tolerate the severe pain anymore.
Because I felt like such a burden to everyone around me, for taking up so much time and energy.
After all they could only see a small bruise, the size of a singular pea, on the outside of my knee.
They had no idea how broken I was on the inside.
...
Eventually, my wait was finally over as the door opened once more.