I'm finally getting my life back.

I went to school yesterday, trembling, holding back tears and vomit, with the fear that the building would come crashing down around me. I wore my sister's sunglasses to hide my face and the slim fitting white coat with the black faux fur collar. I was like a terrified diva, being dragged in by my sister, pushed behind by my niece, then propped against a railing and supported because they knew my legs weren't going to support me.

I thought I was going to faint as swarms of kids I knew past by me into the library, where I was supposed to be taking the MCAS test. My entourage knew not what to do. A moment later, the librarian cleared out the library and I was rushed inside, guidance counselor, mother, and J.D. in tow, as well as my niece and sister.

Into a little side room in the back, with two thin empty bookcases covering the back wall and five wooden chairs, along with one plastic and metal one next to me. My legs were trembled, my hands fidgeted, I began to panic and my sister took my hand and put it on her lap.

Then we discussed what's been going on and the MCAS and then my family was moved out into the library and the first session of the MCAS testing began. I whizzed through the rough draft of my essay and came out to the comfort of my family and J.D. With a proud smile I walked back into the room and copied an improved version of the rough draft into the answer booklet.

I was finished before 9:00 and the MCAS is scheduled from 7:20 to 10:30 a.m.

When I walked out of the library they had been shooed from the building and I sprinted to them in the parking lot, spreading hugs and kisses around, and in that moment I was on top of the world.

I'm never going back down <33