10 Things I Never Want To Forget About My Newborn

This morning was nothing too out of the ordinary, waking up to a hungry 3 week old. I had gotten what felt like “enough” sleep to avoid almost nodding off every 5 seconds and even willed up enough brain power to do a little 6am reflection. I got to thinking about the facts… This newborn, will be my last. The…

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Chapter 9

My legs were weak and shaky as I tried my hardest to stand on the wooden chair as long as I could. Jon said that I could go to bed when I was tired enough to do so, meaning; I would stand on this chair until I decided to confess how tired I finally was or fell off from exhaustion.…

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Chapter 8

The days that followed my reduction to level 1 were monotonous to say the least. Christmas was just around the corner and I was settling into this new era of being a critical 11 year old. I actually enjoyed the Holiday festivities held at the shelter, the crafts were creative and the food was homey.   A couple weeks after…

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Chapter 7

I immediately began to cry, feeling every eyeball in the room pierce my soul. I was probably the most skeptical person I knew when it came to believing in people or accepting their excuses. When the current scenario flashed before my eyes and all of the evidence was staring at me in the face, I stumbled over every word trying…

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Chapter 6

Staff at the YESS shelter would regularly schedule craft activities for the youth. One day in the middle of making a paper plate dinosaur I was approached by one of the counselors (Chris) who I’d got to know very well the past few months. I would meet with him regularly and talk about the usual; how are you doing, what…

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Chapter 5

After my dad left, my brother and I were allowed to stay with our Grandma. My parents were still given the chance to work towards getting us back but they had things they had to abide by before that could happen. Classes they had to attend, random pee tests they had to be clean for and counseling they needed to…

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Chapter 4

I could hear the kids outside whispering in disbelief at my behavior. Most were judging I’m sure; she’s crazy! She needs meds! They should call the police! I actually hoped 911 would be called, maybe they would take me to a cell somewhere free of the demon possessed girl still lying in her bed across from me. Alas, no cops…

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Chapter 3

10 days I was in Quackerdale; a facility in Newton IA for “troubled” youth. Although, I wasn’t what the administrators probably considered troubled nor was I 14+ years old like all the other kids that were there it seemed. I was told this was the closest facility with a bed available, 45 minutes from my family and 35 miles too…

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Chapter 2

Waking up in the same clothes I had on all week, the last thing I wanted to do was go to school. Showers weren’t a regular thing in my life so I didn’t think twice about the stench I was giving, or the knotted mess that my hair was in. At this point, my mind was foggy and the only…

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Chapter 1

It wasn’t the first time I’d been in the back of a cop car. Come to find out though, it would be the last time happening under the care of my mother, unaffectionately known as “the incubator”.   2 hours after seemingly loosing my left ankle to the hop scotch Gods, she did it again. This time more than others,…

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