When I was younger, my parents really never payed attention to me. I have 8 other siblings all sisters!, that they had to take care of too. So lets just say my house was just a crazy madhouse. So I never stayed home much, I was always back and forth from my friends or grandparents house. At the end of my 6th grade year I got into drugs and drinking. I started getting into fights at school, as well was getting suspended every other week. By the time I was 12 years old I got arrested my first time with two charges, being 3rd degree assault and running away. I was told the day before my court date I was getting locked up till I turned 18 or 21 years old. Of course that scared me especially only being 12, the only thing I could think of to get out of it was suicide. That next morning I attempted suicide, and was found half dead behind a trash can in the high school. I was life alighted to Springfield Missouri, and didn’t wake up till two days later. When I woke up I wasnt fully there but I remember getting put in the back of an ambulance. I was sent to Heartland in Nevada Missouri for being suicidal. I only stayed a few weeks where I was diagnosed with severe depression. When I got out, I was told I would be put into drug court because they thought I was just trying to get high. So I had to go to drug classes which were on Mondays and Thursday’s, Counseling was on Wednesdays, And court on Fridays. In that 8 months, I started running away, they kept sending me to different foster homes, the juvenile detention center each time I ran which I did about four times. They finally sent me to an all girls facility through Division of Youth Services(DYS) . I was the youngest girl in there, and stayed with 11 other girls. I only was there for about 5 1/2 months, and got off on aftercare for a year and a half.
When I got out of the system, I was going to the Alternative School. A month before my graduation which was in 2016, they dropped me. I was the one that was told I wouldn’t make anything of myself, that I would never even make it to my senior year. They wouldn’t even let me explain anything, which made it really hard on me because the only thing I ever looked forward to was getting my high school diploma because I was always told that I wouldn’t make it.
A little bit after I got out of school, I started working at Wendys. When I was working there I got into drugs really bad, to the point I never showed up again. Recently I was kicked out of my parents house, had no job, and nobody to even call. An old friend, took me in fed me gave me a place to sleep which is in a shack. He introduced me into blogging and internet marketing. That’s just my story on how I literally had nothing, but Im back on my feet and I continue to grow.