I love to read, but what a lot of people don't know is that I love to write too. I haven't really let people see my stuff, but when I did, those people were very important to me. I was born and raised (mostly) in the state of Mississippi. Living in the middle of No and Where Oklahoma, I have kind of discovered that people are mostly awesome everywhere. I tried college and a very bad experience with an already troubled past pushed me over the edge into some questionable choices. I ran away from home when I came back because everything just seemed impossible. Enter the man I married. By chance we met; by luck we enjoyed each other; by love we made it work against the odds. He helped me get out of my bad habits and I helped him find the man he wanted to be. He pushes me to write; to put myself out there for everyone to get to know. He held my hand when I discovered I am a high functioning autistic and helped me to escape the shell I had exiled myself to at a young age. I was told once by a favorite teacher that God had given me a gift with words. The only thing I would change about showing her my poems and short stories would be her putting me on the spot to perform my poetry and stories in front of the school. That I could have lived without. Up on stage, I read a poem dedicated to a friend that had committed suicide. I looked up to the crowd and saw almost everyone crying. At first I thought they were just bored to tears, but they proved me wrong by applauding. I made it awkward by fainting of course, but hey. It is what it is I reckon. That was what inspired me to share my works with more people than the few at my extremely small school. By extremely small, I mean that everyone that was in my class in high school graduated and there were still only 3 people graduating. I figured that the best way to avoid embarrassment by fainting would be to share my works in the relative anonymity of the internet and see how it plays out.
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Bullied to the Brink by invisible_raven
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