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I want to start out by telling you a little about myself. I am 27, living a life I never expected. As a kid I lived on the east coast and had a pretty good life. I had a single mom who worked really hard for our life. We lived on a dead end road with a cemetery at the end (no pun intended) where some of the block kids and I would play ghost in the graveyard, hide & seek and flashlight tag. My momma met my step dad when I was 9 and we moved to the Midwest! This was different but something I was going to embrace. Kids thought it was funny that I “talked weird” but that slowly faded away. I went through high school with lots of friends but most never really stuck around too long. I always thought it was something I did wrong. I also gave my mom hell for a few years. I then transferred schools, graduated and wanted to live life a bit before deciding on college. Little did I know that shortly after graduation my life would change, everything happens for a reason right! Due to not so good circumstances I got pregnant with a beautiful baby girl. At this point in my life, depression took control. My days were as dark as my nights; the monsters were there all the time. I couldn’t run away to the light, because there wasn’t any. I gained a large amount of weight with my pregnancy due to depression eating, but I ended up having a healthy baby.?As she got bigger and bigger every day I realized I could not parent her the way that she needed, yet I still tried. Finally my parents gave me the option to figure my life out or adopter to them. It was hard but I needed to do what was best for my baby. I terminated my parental rights. It didn’t seem real till I received the papers in the mail that felt like a slap in the face that I wasn’t good enough to be a mother, but I was doing what was right for her so why did I feel so bad. So after that was said and done, I decide it was best for me to “runaway”, so I packed up and went to Iowa. I met lots of people and had tons of friends. I had some serious relationships with some not so serious people, but those stories are for another day. I started getting tattooed as a way to cope with pain. It was my socially acceptable way to cut. It gave me the release I needed without “hurting” myself. As the collection grew my mom asked more questions, I just brushed it off. Jumping through some stuff, I ended up meeting someone special who is now my wife. After we got married I started struggling with how my life should be. I had expectations for myself that did not need to be there. Things were/are hard. I was diagnosed with Depression, “Anger” Anxiety and EID. Depression is a familiar friend, Anxiety answers a lot of unanswered questions, EID…. That my friends is a whole new world. Till Next Time,….