Gather ’round kids, mama’s gonna tell you a story.
Disclaimer: This may be a bit depressing at times, but it gets better in the end, as all things do.
Let’s start at the beginning.
Up until 5th grade I was homeschooled by my amazing mother. Now I wasn’t the stereotypical homeschooled kid with pale skin, poor social skills, and way too much time on their hands. I was just the slightly stereotypical homeschooled kid with poor social skills and way too much time on their hands, but I had wonderful skin. Then life got a little bit crazier, my mom was diagnosed with kidney failure when I was about 8 years old. As she got sicker, she taught me some of the most important life lessons I’ve learned to date, and for that I am extraordinarily thankful. But on June 19th, 2010, she passed away. I was devastated. As my dad and I were trying to figure out how to function, I realized that I had no one to homeschool me anymore, and so did my dad. So that fall I attended my first real school. I was so excited. In the midst of everything that was happening I thought that this would be my saving grace, but instead I was met with bullying, loneliness, and ultimately depression. I felt that I had no one who understood what I was going through, I felt incredibly and terrifyingly alone. Now fast forward 3 and a half years. Here I am writing on my cellphone and 11 o’clock a night, talking to you. I started this blog so that I could talk to girls who felt just as alone as I did. I had my dad there, but I know that some of you don’t, so I want to be there. So whatever you’re dealing with, I’m here. That’s all for now.
Thanks for listening
Huge hugs, Catherine