I'm 17, and even though some stutterers would say I have a mild stutter, I still struggle and I still hope that one day it will go away - except I'm realizing it will not. But this slow realization that is coming to me is not painful and depressing,as one might think - it's actually relieving because I get to see my life develop completely independently from my stutter,and that I can't remember last time I've been remotely sad or desperate. I just hope that real life won't hit me hard in the face,and that I'll get to see myself reach the end of the path I'm walking now,because it's pretty fucking good thus far.