As a senior, the thought of returning to school was daunting. Having been homeschooled due to health issues, I was overwhelmed by the prospect of a full school year. The weight of uncertainty and the fear of the unknown were heavy on my shoulders. I have been undergoing various medical tests and have been to multiple medical specialists in order to find out what is going on with me. A couple of weeks ago, my mother and I were conversing about my senior year of high school. Throughout the conversation, I told her that I did not want to go back. I explained that It would be too much work. Too many things needed to be done before I returned to school. At the moment, I am unable to walk correctly, therefore making me wheelchair bound. I would have to use a wheelchair to get around school, and on top of that, I would have to rely on someone to transport me from class to class. In addition, I would have to worry about different doctor appointments put in place, flare-ups, randomly feeling sick, and missing school due to my condition. I thought there was no way I could return to in-person school. I could not stop myself from thinking negatively about my situation. I was wallowing in my pity. I found myself talking negatively to my family and feeling depressed all the time. I was embarrassed about being in a wheelchair and overwhelmed by my new condition. Watching videos from my first year at school, I couldn't help but feel a longing to return. I realized that I did not want to be confined to home; I wanted a better life. I wanted to make friends, learn in a classroom, and, most importantly, break free from the limitations my illness had imposed on me. I decided to learn more about my condition. I looked up how I would be able to cope with my new condition. Even though, at the end of my reach, I found out there was nothing I could do now, I still kept a positive outlook. I did not want this life for myself. I did not want to reminisce about my situation anymore, be bedridden for the rest of my life, or rely on someone else to do everyday things. I wanted a better life, and returning to school would be a step in the right direction. There was no way I was letting my illnesses corrupt my life. I could not just lay there and let the disease win, so I got up and chose to fight. This decision empowered me and set me on a path of resilience and determination. The disease did not win because I chose to fight. When I returned to school, I talked to my counselors. We discussed the various things that needed to be implemented before my return, and I was determined to overcome these emotions and focus on my goal of returning to school and graduating.