Sunday Scribblings #13 – Phenomenon

I am a phenomenon.
How do I know this?
I looked to dictionary-dot-com,
And was reassured.

I exist.
There was a time when I didn’t.
Observable circumstances led me to come
into my physical being.
That’s a fact.
That’s a phenomenon.
My arrival was something quite extraordinary – rather impressive.
Being lodged face forward in my mom’s cervix, rescued by a quick thinking OBGYN, and surviving peri-natal tremors
was pretty extraordinary.
Phenomenal, I’d say.
I’m pretty remarkable too.
Growing up rather well adjusted thanks to my mom
after my dad committed suicide when I was 2 1/2,
carrying on after a scare with Multiple Sclerosis at 20,
rebounding from anorexia at 32,
forging ahead through the darkness and confusion of Bipolar, diagnosed at 33.
I am forced to love myself when I consider the wonder of it all.
My herstory carries many painfully perceptible and marvelous incidents.
I honour the miracle of my rugged spirit
for

I
AM
A
PHENOMENON