Fresh Horses

I really wasn't sure if I should link up to this, this week.  I didn't know how to approach it and whether I should, given the way that I have been feeling of late.  I however decided to look at it as a celebration of beating the odds rather than the morbid dwelling on death.

When I was 15, doctors told me that if I continued the way I was, that they would be surprised if I made it to 16...I outlasted that prediction.  Much to my dismay.

When I was 18, they told me if I continued the way that I was that I would be lucky to make it to 21.  Here I am almost 3 years later...beating the odds.  I'm still here battle scars and all.  

My behaviours didn't change until 3 years ago...I guess I must have always had a small glimmer of hope.  Even when I was downing 100's of pills.

I'm lucky that I haven't suffered any long term physical side effects. Shit got messy but the scars show that I survived.  I fought and I won...just.

Do you know what you'd want to be your funeral song? Would it be a celebration of beating the odds? Link up with Edenland and tell your story too.