How am I supposed to know what my dream is when I stopped dreaming when my mother died? Live my Dream?? are those words just a dated cliche? or do people really live their dreams? I’m Katie. athis is the first time I have written anything regarding my past and what I have overcome. I had 3 different rough drafts on paper but in reading them i was distracted by a voice from inside me telling me that no rough draft is needed, beside, I didnt get a rough draft for the unbelievable Heart and llife shatterthat took place in me and my family over the last 9 years. I was from broken home parents divorcing at 6, I struggled with adolescent anxiety which brought on mild tics (obsessive compulsive habbits, until I was 13. despite struggling to overcome this disorder i did extremely well in school..I loved going to school. After watching my sister drop outat the 10th grade I committed myself to my education.
I was on the swim team, ROTC, and managed Track and feild.in my freshman year, I became pregnant the next summer, I was 15. Still determined to finish school , I started working in fast food and quickly saw where I didnt want my life to end up. Pressing on againt many doubters I graduated top of my class in 03, My beautiful daughter , 2 years old watched from my mothers arms. I met My now ex husband that same year and we had our son within another year. My husband and I agreed i woulld stay home while the kids were little. The emotional abuse started very soon after my son was born. I felt helpless to do anything because I had very littlework history and no way to support myself.. This proved worse than working fast food. our relationship deterited and in 09 my mother and best friend was diagnosed with cancer, climbing into bed with her she told me 3 things
Leave him. move on withyour life. School Katie! Take care of your sister, shes needy I love you more than anything in this life. those were the last words she spoke. The following year was my undoing, barely going through the motions of living again it is revealed that my bro in law had been molesting our daughter for the previous year. I lost my hold on reality, my husband had and affair and I ended up in a mental hospital. It was too much to overcome. I no longer wanted to live.despite My ex husbands domestic violence charges he was awarded custody of our kids because I had no ‘ability or stability’. My life spiriled out of control with reckless behavior. I had lost my identity., my kids had a baby brother.. I wandered. I would visit another mental hospital this time in san diego after having attempted to end my life with !900 mg of seraquil.
