Autobiography of Me

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I was born on July 31, 1990. I was an emergency c-section because I tried to strangle myself with the umbilical cord. I came out yellow and with a black mohawk.

I grew up in a small town called Mount Pleasant. It is one of those towns where everyone knows everybody and you were typically in one of three places. All our small town had was a What-a-Burger, Circle K, and Food Lion. But it was home.

I attended the same school from Kindergarten to my Senior year. And lived in the same house until my Sophomore year when we moved, luckily I was still able to attend the same school though.

Growing up I was a tomboy. I spent most of my time outdoors playing with the neighborhood kids. Some days I’d come home with battle scars because me and one of the neighborhood boys got into a fight. Other days my mom would watch me chase one of the boys to his grandma’s house because he stole one of my Pokemon cards. Both of these situations happened on a weekly basis.

I lost my sister when I was eight years old, and got picked on in school because of it. It was a really hard time for me and then going to school really didn’t help. The kids were cruel, especially when the girl that started it all used to be a friend.

My Senior year I was hospitalized for a few weeks for bleeding for two months straight. Come to find out I have Von Willebrand’s disease. Then in 2009 I was told I have Tourettes.

I’m 24 years old now. Still have the bleeding disorder and Tourettes. I published my first novel, and have written several short stories that have been published. I’m getting married to my best friend in June, and life couldn’t be better.

That’s only part of my story though. There is a lot more to me that I’m not willing to dive into, and plus this was to be a short autobiography. Maybe one day I’ll write in detail about my life, then again maybe not.

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2 thoughts on “Autobiography of Me”

    1. It all makes me who I am. Yeah, some things I’ve been through sucked, but it really could have been worse. I’m lucky to have only been through what I have. And I don’t let my chaos define who I am.

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