These past two years have been crazy. I left the job that was mentally draining me and became the lead teacher at a child care center for one-year old's. Don't get me wrong. I'm still struggling, but I'm also ten times happier than I was at that other job. I get the job of working with children every day and watching them grow. My life's not perfect and neither am I, but things are better and that is all I can ask for.







People get so caught up in life, that they forget how much words hurt. Words have completely destroyed me. I went from being the happy kid with the nick name of "smiles" to being the adult is constantly being reminded how much she is not enough. I'm not that happy go lucky kid anymore. Life has taken everything I had an ripped it to shreds.