Go The Distance

I don't even know how I survived

I won't make it to the shore without your light

I don't even know if I'm alive

Somebody save me I'm going down

All my life.

 

ALL MY LIFE. I have been labeled. First it was my birth story…and now it is the car crash.

 

Her words echo in my mind.

“She lives a different life now.”

“We don’t let her drive on the highway yet”

I am SO SICK AND TIRED of every single person looking at me differently.

 

Just because I was in a car crash 3 years ago doesn’t mean I am a new kind of girl.

I am the same Kathryn.

The same girl.

The same person who I was before the airbag took a slice out of my self-esteem and worth.

 

All I can see is their eyes full of pity.

It’s all the same at the parties now.

Why can't my parents tell better stories?

I want to make their eyes turn to proud eyes.

"Wow, that's absolutely amazing" eyes.

But when your mother keeps telling people your own personal stories and then goes on to make them look like terrible choices...it's the worst.  

They seem milk my sob stories.

They put words in my mouth before I can speak my own story.

She doesn’t even ever LET me speak anymore.

I am always interrupted.

She always makes me out to look like a complete and utter idiot.

I have officially turned into the f*****g hunchback of Notre Dame.

I am an outcast.

I am the girl who dreams too big.

One day these people will see.

I am NOT a sob story. I am not a word. I am not a line. I am not a fool.

My heart is right. Only I know it.

I am Kathryn Annemarie Spoerl.

I am the girl who is going to prove everyone wrong.

I am going to soar higher than they ever dreamed I could.

Keeping my spirit locked up is NOT the best for me.

I’m ready to fly away.

Far, far away.

I just need to find and act like that girl I was before my life changed.

Without love, or encouragement, it'll be a battle.

but I can do it.

I can go the distance.

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