#runwithit

This weekend I received great and surprising news. I have been chosen to be a part of a modeling agency!!! <3 <3 <3 .

* If you had told me when I was 18 that I would eventually become public about my Dermatillomania, I would have brushed it off.* .

* If you told me that I would expose my dirty little secret through a memoir, I would have said you're ridiculous.* .

* If you told me that I'd be in a documentary showing the struggles of this disorder, I would no longer listen to you. * .

* If you told me I would get to fly to LA and be on "The Doctors" to get treatment that works, it would sound like a dream too unreal to be true. * .

* If you told me that I would become a part of a modeling agency- I wouldn't have known what planet you were living on.* .

I lay on the ground, chest burning, still blinded by the light that had obscured my vision for my entire life, though it was now fading away. The weight of wings missing from my shoulders. My body spasmed, and I choke as air rushes into my lungs. My skull pounds. The aching burn where I had grasped my halo, the mark of God’s grace, and pulled. I pulled until it splintered, cracked and fell. The lies we had been told crashing through my mind, as I could see clearly for the first time. Millenia old, and seeing for the first time.

My body spasmed again. I dragged another breath into my lungs. Angels don't breathe, the sensation is so foreign to me. My eyes tear, everything hurt, another new sensation is forming.

Why had they lied to us?

Why had they lied to ME?

I was good, I was faithful! I had honored our Father at every turn!

Another gasping breath, why have I never heard how oxygen burns?

Tears are dripping down my face with haste. I swipe a hand over them, wondering if they had color, if it was actually blood flowing from my head. I stare at the dampness, vision clearing with every second.

I hear the crunch of gravel, someone is coming. I heave another breath into my angry lungs. I roll, try to get to my hands and knees, whatever, whoever is coming may be a threat. My limbs slide away from me, too weak to get to my knees, let alone my feet. The gravel bites into my bleeding hands. I can see splinters of bone sticking into my fingers. My halo had not broken kindly, it had shattered, leaving shards in my hands. A sob, then another harsh breath. The steps grow closer, panic claws at me. I dig my hands into the gravel, clawing, trying to drag myself away, find shelter, hide until I can pull myself together.

A sound thumps in my ears, faster as the panic grows. bump… bump… bump bump bump bump BUMPBUMPBUMP

What is that? Could it be a heartbeat? Angels dont have heartbeats?!?!?!

Oh, I hadn't considered that…

انطلاق النسخة التاسعة من ماراثون القاهرة تحت شعار RunWithIt

أقيمت اليوم الجمعة ، النسخة التاسعة من ماراثون القاهرة ، تحت رعاية وزارة الشباب والرياضة ، بمشاركة أكثر من 4000 متسابق في شوارع الحي القديم بمصر الجديدة ، لدعم الصحة النفسية والنفسية. النسخة الحالية من ماراثون القاهرة الذي يقام تحت شعار RunWithIt له طابع خاص فهو الماراثون الرسمي لعاصمة مصر ، والحدث الرياضي الأول الذي يهدف إلى دعم الصحة النفسية والعقلية من خلال زيادة الوعي والنشر. المفاهيم الصحيحة…