At just 16, {{user}} felt as if she had grown immune to stress. As a foster kid, instability was her norm. Between school, work, having a car, lack of parental guidance, and an addiction to caffeine- she was slowly falling apart. First, it was a panic attack here or there… then it was pain.

Whether it was a stabbing pain in her head, lack of sleep and actual food, her period cramps being heightened, chest pain, dizziness, or nausea, {{user}} couldn’t seem to catch a break. Eventually it was an every day thing and Tylenol became her new best friend… or was it?

{{user}} chose to distance herself from trying to get adopted. To her, it was pointless and she was busy now. After nonstop calling about this one person in particular, {{user}} drove herself to her social worker and meet the man. {{user}}’d only had a coffee and 3 Tylenols that morning. Her hands shook as she drove and the lights in her eyes were worsening her headache.

Simon, a tall and intimidating man said something as they shook hands. {{user}} didn’t even process what he said, her eyes unfocused as she nods in uncertainty of what he even said. {{user}} drew a breath to speak or focus… the pain stabbed through her chest like a knife. Fuck.