For those unfamiliar with my story, Screwed Up: My Life, please start at the beginning here. The purpose of me writing this intimate account of surviving a difficult childhood is explained here. This story in its entirety can be found at Blurb.com and is available for purchase for $12.95 plus shipping and handling.
This is the final installment of an almost year-long journey to tell my story of overcoming a difficult and painful childhood. It is my hope, and always has been, that through me sharing my story that others who have gone through similar situations may find the hope and courage to overcome and be strong despite their past. Each person's story is unique--you may feel that you had it harder or that you didn't have it as hard, but the one thing we can all do is lean upon each other and find solace in Something Greater than ourselves.
Do you know someone that may find courage and hope through my story? Are you that certain someone? Then I encourage you to direct them to this blog where they can read my story in its entirety, or if you feel so inclined purchase my book, Screwed Up: My Life. A portion of the proceeds will go to a charity of my choice.
My college years would be filled with many ups and downs as I attempted to figure out life for the first time on my own. I had lost a great deal of my childhood and would find myself often wishing to have it back and yet also knowing I could never go back in time. Oftentimes, I contemplated my future life and what I wanted to do with the rest of my days on Earth. I knew my life would get better from this point on.
I knew God was with me and I knew He loved me also, even if I couldn’t always feel His presence. My spirit had been beaten and trodden upon for so much of my life, and yet I had also witnessed God’s all encompassing love and knew He had been there with me all along. I would be shown the generosity and unconditional love of others and I would make lifetime friends while living in Idaho. I would share pieces of my life story with these friends, but would not tell everything to them until years later.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Screwed Up: Graduation
For those unfamiliar with my story, Screwed Up: My Life, please start at the beginning here. The purpose of me writing this intimate account of surviving a difficult childhood is explained here. This story in its entirety can be found at Blurb.com and is available for purchase for $12.95 plus shipping and handling.
A month before, I had been accepted into Ricks College in Idaho and I was happy to be moving far away from Texas and starting life new and refreshed and on my own. I would have no one telling me what I could and couldn’t do with my life. I would no longer be at the mercy of other adults who got to choose when they wanted me and when they wanted to get rid of me. I would at last be free.
I would be graduating from high school in a few short weeks and then within a week taking a Greyhound to Rexburg, Idaho from Dallas, Texas to make way for college. But first I had to move in with my stepdad and his wife. I was angry and couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. All I could think was that again, I was being thrown out. The entire proposition made me furious.
The day came for me to leave and I moved in with my stepdad and his wife. I felt like they didn’t want me there. I felt like I got in their way. I had to sleep in the sunroom on a mattress on the floor. I stopped writing in my journal the day I found out I had to move. I didn’t want to write how I felt because I knew it would all be negative and I didn’t want to fill my journal with negative thoughts. I kept telling myself: Only three more weeks, Allie—just three more weeks. Only think good thoughts and good thoughts only.
A month before, I had been accepted into Ricks College in Idaho and I was happy to be moving far away from Texas and starting life new and refreshed and on my own. I would have no one telling me what I could and couldn’t do with my life. I would no longer be at the mercy of other adults who got to choose when they wanted me and when they wanted to get rid of me. I would at last be free.
I would be graduating from high school in a few short weeks and then within a week taking a Greyhound to Rexburg, Idaho from Dallas, Texas to make way for college. But first I had to move in with my stepdad and his wife. I was angry and couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. All I could think was that again, I was being thrown out. The entire proposition made me furious.
The day came for me to leave and I moved in with my stepdad and his wife. I felt like they didn’t want me there. I felt like I got in their way. I had to sleep in the sunroom on a mattress on the floor. I stopped writing in my journal the day I found out I had to move. I didn’t want to write how I felt because I knew it would all be negative and I didn’t want to fill my journal with negative thoughts. I kept telling myself: Only three more weeks, Allie—just three more weeks. Only think good thoughts and good thoughts only.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Screwed Up: An Answered Prayer
For those unfamiliar with my story, Screwed Up: My Life, please start at the beginning here. The purpose of me writing this intimate account of surviving a difficult childhood is explained here. This story in its entirety can be found at Blurb.com and is available for purchase for $12.95 plus shipping and handling.
I heard a man’s voice, “Allie, are you awake?”
“Yes,” I responded, wondering what he wanted.
“We’ve been holding a family meeting and we want you to tell you something,”
“Okay…” I answered, not really sure what to make of his presence as I lifted the covers and got up out of bed. I was wide awake—awake from pleading to God and awake from being a nervous wreck the last two weeks.
The family’s dad led me through the house to the other side where he and his wife’s bedroom was located. He led me into his room and had me sit on the corner of the bed where his other daughters were sitting. I looked at them with a puzzled look on my face. I had no idea what to make of this meeting. I just sat there dismayed, my stomach in my guts.
I heard a man’s voice, “Allie, are you awake?”
“Yes,” I responded, wondering what he wanted.
“We’ve been holding a family meeting and we want you to tell you something,”
“Okay…” I answered, not really sure what to make of his presence as I lifted the covers and got up out of bed. I was wide awake—awake from pleading to God and awake from being a nervous wreck the last two weeks.
The family’s dad led me through the house to the other side where he and his wife’s bedroom was located. He led me into his room and had me sit on the corner of the bed where his other daughters were sitting. I looked at them with a puzzled look on my face. I had no idea what to make of this meeting. I just sat there dismayed, my stomach in my guts.
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