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Me with my mom and dad.
2005
On October 21, 2005, I was born in Erie, Pennsylvania. As I came into this world, my life was already different from many others. My family wasn't normal. It was split in half. My mother and father had broken up before my birth, resulting in a lot of strain, especially as life went on.
My dad holding me.
Though it was straining, I still felt the love that every child deserves, maybe even more. Separated parents meant two families, which means twice as much love, and not to mention two Christmases, Thanksgivings, Halloweens, and birthdays. My parents, though not in love, still loved me, and made sure I knew it no matter what.
In 2012, my mom got married, and then just a little after, obtained custody of me. From that point, we moved to North Carolina, away from everyone and everything we knew to start a new life. My relationship with my dad severely suffered, as I only got to see him on holidays, and he was still in Pennsylvania.
My mom and step-dad's wedding.
Family picture from North Carolina.
Living in North Carolina changed my life forever. At this point in my life, I now had three siblings, Olivia, who lived with us in North Carolina, and Ethan and Noah, who lived with my dad in Pennsylvania. For me, however, this point in my life is where everything went downhill. My mental health started to become horrific and I was suicidal. I was diagnosed with depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, and anxiety. My mind was the scariest and most horrid place, and all I wanted was an escape. Luckily, at the age of eight, I recieved medication, which helped me a lot, and I slowly improved, but was never back to normal.
In 2016, we moved to Texas. A fresh start was just what I needed. I started fifth grade at Linda Herrington Elementary School, met my best friend, and found a place where I belonged. Then, in middle school, my youngest brother, James was born. At this point in life, I had made amazing friends, my mental health had improved, and I was geniunely doing well.
Me with Olivia and James in Texas.
Me in 2020, on my computer.
Then, in 2020, during quarantine, I hit another low. My mental health started spiraling again. My OCD was agonizing, and I reached my highest weight ever. All I did was eat and play video games. I distanced myself from everyone, and nothing was getting better.
About a year later, things started to improve again. I found support in my friends, and upped my dosage on my medication. I started running every day, and became the healthiest that I had ever been. My life was finally becoming something of importance to me.
Me with my three best friends.
My family on my dad's side.
Now, we are at the present. My mental and physical health are doing well. I may have two families, but two is better than one. No matter where I am, it feels like home, and I know I am loved dearly. Through extensive levels of support and care from everyone, I made it to where I am today, and I can never fully express my gratitude.
My family on my mom's side.
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