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I have 6 days until i turn 18.. i remember it seeming like such a big deal when i was just a few years younger. you know what i mean, the i'm going to move out when i turn 18, i'm going to live on my own, i'm going to do this or that.. well i have 6 days and i feel a little over whelmed. I went to visit a college today though, and i'll be living on campus and attending school for graphic design as of the 13th of July.

It seems like just yesterday i was in middle school and then just starting out as a freshman in high school and now i'm starting as a freshman again.. the bottom of the food chain.. lol

I was born into a broken home, yeah i guess this isn't the greatest of ways to start telling things about yourself, but you have to understand how things have gone to get a glimpse into my life.

My father left my mother for a woman from another country when i was 4, he just sorta left and didn't come back. I remember thinking he would be back, I remember the last fight him and my mother had before he split for good. It doesn't bother me so much anymore, but when i was younger it was as if it were a form of torture.

When my father left my mother went into a deep depression. Me, being 4, had to help care for my little brother. We learned quickly to clothe and feed ourselves, even if we were only cooking with a microwave.

Thankfully my mother got over her depression, but not without losing over 100 pounds and by that point she looked very unhealthy. When she came out of the depression she started visiting bars often, leaving us with a babysitter or at a friends house. I remember being happy to see her out but crying everytime she left.

Well as time went on she went through several boyfriends, one who wasn't that great and i really don't want to go into details on that, just know that he did things he shouldn't have done to a young kid.

As I got older i started forming who i was, i moved out of my moms and lived with my dad for a time (after he realized that he needed to be in his kids life) and while living with him i went through a rebellious stage. I dyed my hair black, got my tongue pierced and started using drugs to help with an ongoing depression.

Since eighth grade i have spent time in three different psychiatric hospitals, none for very long. Most of these visits were because of self mutilation, depression and suicide attempts.

I learned that i had bipolar disease with episodes of psychosis and they told me i was possibly schitzophrenic. well needless to say they put me on medicine, which didn't help at first, i didn't want the feeling of having no control over my emotions.

Recently i have been better, getting my life in order to a degree. I am taking my GED on the 19th and 20th of April and I am going to go to a college in cincy for graphic design. Since i have found a way to express myself through art.

I still live in somewhat of a broken home, though it doesnt bother me too much. My stepfather is in prison until the middle of August and my mother is going through yet another depression. But through all of this in my life i have grown stronger, learning from the mistakes i have made and trying my best to make the best of my life.

If you have read this far i trully thank you for listening to a brief on my life, it may not be the worst but its a part of who i am and i hope that you can respect that.



That's all for now my friends,

Thanks and Have a Good Day :))