My name is Bella, I am sixteen years old when I start to think I am going crazy. I am unable to breathe when I exercise, but doctors tell me I am fine.
Why does my body scream that it is about to drop dead?
I frequently toss around the cliche; I am waiting for my other shoe to drop. A couple of weeks ago, as I rose from my dining room chair, my right foot chose to collapse and smack the ground instead of holding up my body. When I tried to stand up and make sense of what…Read More