About Me-

Blast To The Past!

         Hey you guys. I thought it would be nice for you to learn about me....for some reason. So Let's get started! My name is Whitney, I was born April 25th. My Mother and Father were apart of the best moments of my life. When I was very little my mother was sent away to jail for doing drugs. So I never got to see her until around the age of 7-8. Me and my Father went to visit her every weekend after I turned 6. 

We lived in a little house, not to big, not to small. Just right for me and my dad. We didn't have any pets, as I was too young to take care of them. My dad didn't really like pets anyway. He had enough trouble taking care of me. 

  He worked at a nice job that payed him good money. He had to make sure he got off work at the right time to pick me up from school, or else I would be sitting there for hours. He needed the money so he could pay the rent and all the other crap I don't understand. He mostly got money to put food on the table for me and for him. I came first in his world.

 When I was around the age of 5 or 6 I moved to a farm with my dad. We had the most wonderful life there. I had met another person named Whitnee! What a coincidence. We played around on the huge haystacks, took care and also took rides on the ponies! One day he asked me if I wanted to go back home...real home. I told him I did want to go home. Biggest mistake of my life.

 Around age 8, My father died. I was told in the most terrible way too. My grandma told me she was going to tell me a secret. I was pumped! I held one of my stuffed animals in one hand, huge smile on my face, Then she said ''Dad went to go see Jesus.'' My smile faded instantly. ''What?'' I asked her. ''Daddy went to heaven.'' She said more clearly, like I didn't get the message the first time. I burst into tears. Depression hit me real hard at that age. I never wanted to get out of bed, never really wanted to eat, I never really wanted to do anything. My mom was put back in Jail, my brother and I both had some of the worst depression you've ever seen. 

 I saw my sister for the first time at my father's funeral. She wanted me to come visit her every weekend. Well, Long story short: Nothing exciting happened at her house, so there's no sense in telling any story. Besides this one. One weekend, her son molested me. I was 8, he was 12. I'm not getting into any of it besides telling you that my depression got worse. I started going to therapy which deepened my depression for some reason. I've been going to therapy for 2 years now, They still can't help me.