I taught myself how to read when I was 4. Apparently there was a guy who made a judgment about me because he saw my disability. He told my parents I’d never be able to read when I was reading a book outside his office the whole time!

I appreciated my dental appointment.

My work is my play. I’m an artist.

I got home from the hospital today, and I found out I have nocturnal frontal lobe epilepsy.

I serve through the arts.

I think you need to type something before posting a picture. I even have a picture of a certificate that says I helped a pope become a saint somehow, Maybe I can find it.

I thought about it, and my favorite thing to do at Disneyland was talk to the characters.

I can do good deeds.

Disneyland was great!

I did the wrong one, but at least now I know it works.

Santa let me sit in his chair!

I’m still trying to share my art.

If anything changes, I don’t feel it.

I’m going to Disneyland!

The discovery that I’m a good artist.

Waking up, making it to Mass, and eventually going to bed.

I tried to post my art again, but the screen just turned white. Why?

I remember taking the same bedtime medication last night as I did before the hospital.

I’m going to the hospital tomorrow morning for testing. We’re still trying to find out what’s going on with my brain.

Yes, they did. I’d say I enjoyed Elsa and Anna the most. I felt love radiating from them. That made me want to stay indefinitely, but I knew I couldn’t. If they could’ve heard me singing today, they’d be proud of me.