Coming of Age: My Story

Prologue

It all began with roadkill. Kind of. Maybe it's a coincidence that my depression began around the same time I ran myself over with a four-wheeler. Yes, I ran MYSELF over. It's a long story. Not as long as all the other occurrences in my life, sadly. My name is Davian, and all my life, I've been confused. My family has always been moving from home to home, and I almost ended up raising myself. So, of course I'm not perfect, but I thought I could at least have somewhat of a normal life. I wish I could have stayed up late playing on the XBox like my friends. But, I guess that wasn't the plan God had for me. All my life, as the firstborn of my family, I was told that responsibility is my purpose. Especially when my mom was taken to the hospital for a whole week. I had to grow up before I was even a teenager. I was 12 when my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 Cervical Cancer. My sisters were 7 and 2. My dad was barely around because he was the only one who could work in our family, meaning he had to work half of every day. To this day I still find myself watching cartoons because I didn't have that privilege growing up. I was more worried about cooking for my family rather than Saturday morning cartoons. Music was all that I had to make me feel young again. My classic rock, classic punk, rock, and alternative, heck, I find myself listening to 80's boy bands. But that is all I had. That is until I met the person who made me feel more like a kid than anything. This is my story of Coming Of Age, and if only you knew just how wild of a ride you're in for.