I feel like there is never anyone fighting my corner. That I have spent my life going against the grain to please others or to appear "normal."
It's like everything I worked so hard for in my youth went up in smoke the minute I landed in hospital.
Twelve years on and I look back and wonder where did I find that tenacity to keep on persevering.
I feel like I don't matter. The doctors have the power to hold me against my will til I die of they wanted to. I can't afford a good solicitor in a tribunal. I am broke and broken.