For the most part, I'm almost obsessively rational. But I do believe, just a bit, in fate. Purely for the fact that I should not be here. There are so many times when I could have died, even before I was born. My mother had five miscarriages before me. I had a twin - she died too. I was IVF, and even then, my mother was too old for the IVF at that point - she was 43, the maximum age was 35. It was a simple mistake of the doctor reading her birth certificate wrong and thinking she was 33 instead. They realized literally just after she was injected. And if that isn't enough, I was C-sectioned. I don't know why, just a split-second decision. Honestly, the nurses and my mother had no reason whatsoever to decide on getting me out through C-section - so they thought. While they were doing it, they found something that the ultrasound had missed - the placenta had been blocking the birth canal and if I'd been left to come out the natural way, putting it delicately, then there was no question of it - I would have died.
Since then, I've nearly died again, several times.
And it's weird. I keep telling myself it's just a coincidence, but honestly, what the hell are the chances of me having lived to see my thirteenth birthday?
It's like being in some supernatural book or something. Someone wants me dead, some higher power is keeping me alive. Ha.