I wouldn’t be “me” if I didn’t stutter.

I wouldn’t be “me” if I didn’t stutter. If anything makes me feel better about my stutter, it’s this. Sometimes I like to party in pity and think things like “my life would be so much better if I never stuttered” “I would be so much happier if I never stuttered” “If I never stuttered, I’d have this and that” etc. But then I remember: if I never stuttered...I wouldn’t even be me. Stuttering is apart of my package. My personality, likes, dislikes, hair, skin, hands, elbows, body.. stuttering is included with them all. Such as the case for a lot of people, I was born with a speech impediment; had it since I could string a sentence. Gone to many therapists, learned techniques but was never “cured”. It’s apart of my wiring. The “me” I dream of with perfectly fluent speech could NEVER have existed. Unlike what I sometimes feel, I wasn’t robbed of anything. I’m not “supposed” to be anything else. If I want to be me, I want to be a person who stutters. *thanks for reading my journal entry*