Well, I never told anyone this, but I had to let it out.

When my eldest brother was little, he was dieing of lukiemia. My mother wanted only three boys and one daughter, so she asked my father to help her make me. When my brother was very close to death, my father just surrendered and gave my brother to God (the eldest belongs to God), and my brother just stopped being near death, and was back to life again, still living today, but I was in my mothers body when my brother survived, so I was still born.

I always think whenever I am reminded of this is if I should even be here, alive. Maybe I shouldn't be born all along. Maybe I'm going into insanity or my depression is getting worse. I don't know.

Maybe I am .