A burn survivor, Solara, today shared her
inspiring story online. Solara was two years old
when she was involved in a fire accident in
Lebanon that killed her baby brother. She has
had to undergo many corrective surgeries both
in Lebanon and then in the US. She had
attempted suicide four times and has come out
a survivor. Read her amazing story below
"I was born in Lebanon(a country in the Middle
East) the accident was caused from a kerosine
explosion, several people were injured and some
were even killed. Of those killed my baby
brother was one of them. I suffered third degree
burns on 70% of my body, I was two years old
at the time of the accident. Doctors predicted
that i'd only live 24 hours after the explosion. I
was in a coma for 6 months after that. When I
woke up I couldn't hear, see or walk. I had
several surgeries in lebanon but I came to the
US for more treatment and surgeries. I've had
dozens, maybe even a hundred procedures and
surgeries. A large portion of my life was spent at
the hospital and for a period of time during my
childhood I couldn't walk. I absolutely hated it. I
remember laying in the hospital bed as a kid
and wanting nothing more than to go outside
and play and live a normal childhood but when I
went outside it was worse than being in the
hospital. I faced so much bullying and
ridiculing. I hated my life, I thought god was
punishing me. I was constantly getting bullied
at school, verbally, emotionally and even
physically. The first time I attempted suicide I
was 12 and since then I attempted suicide 4
times, I didn't want to live. I thought the world
was against me. I had suffered so much pain
and I just wanted it all to end. I was put on
suicide watch at the adolescent psychiatric unit
all 4 times with extensive counseling, it didn't
seem helpful at first but looking back I think it
was. I had extreme insecurities, I was insecure
about my facial deformities. I was insecure
because i have scars on my breast. I hated that
I can't use my right hand. I hated that im
covered in scars but I slowly started to learn to
love myself. I still have insecurities but I'm
taking it one day at a time. Beauty is a concept
i have struggled with but I have a lot more
confidence now than I did as a kid. I think I'm
beautiful. My scars tell a story, they represent
my strength and bravery. Im constantly thinking
of my brother who passed away, i think he's my
guardian angel, he is what keeps me going as
well as my family, friends, and son. I am
surrounded by love and happiness. I'm a
survivor.
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