My Life Story

Born ’92.

Henderson, Nevada.

You know it as Las Vegas.

Never liked the place.

Parents divorce, age 2.

Mom remarries, age 3.

Weekend trips to Boulder City, Nevada.

Mom has more babies.

A total of 5 girls.

No brothers.

Sad day.

Brother is added to my Christmas list each year.

Start soccer, age 5.

Becomes my life.

Breathe, eat, sleep.

Adopted by step dad, age 8.

Spends childhood dreaming of running through fields of green,

fishing barefooted on river banks,

watching my brunette locks whip through the air as I sit atop a horse.

So I spend my summers in Logandale, Nevada.

It was home.

Home was not.

Too skinny, always too skinny.

That's a thing, believe me, it is.

Grandma dies, age 17.

My hero.

I want to be her.

Move out, age 18.

College.

Finally feel at home.

“you belong here”

Have my first love.

Meet my best friend.

And the greatest people I've ever known in my life.

They're the reason I belonged.

Friends get married.

Start having babies.

Graduate, 2015.

Move, a lot.

Date, a lot.

Sucks, a lot.

Therapy, a lot.

Become a teacher, age 24.

Love my job, love my kids.

Meet my husband, age 25.

Get married, age 26.

Move.

And then move again.

More therapy.

Fight, fall, strive, crawl.

Learning to unlearn all the fallacies.

Practicing, praying.

Growing, let going-

Living.