I wish someone had told me that there wasn’t something wrong with me and that I shouldn’t be trying to make it right; that I should stop trying to pound a square peg into a round hole. I wish someone had told me that I wasn’t like everyone else not because I was defective, but because I was designed for other things. Being different might seem like a curse, but the important part is that it’s also a blessing. I wish someone had told me to stop trying to fix the curse part and start figuring out the blessing part.
