Growing up I was always an odd combination of creative and athletic.
I am the baby of a fairly large family with my closest brother being six years older than me in age. I am also the only girl. My dad passed away suddenly when I was seven and my mom had to work long hours to support all of us kids. So, much of my time was spent solo. I had to learn quickly how to entertain myself. During these times I would often be found drawing, coloring, writing poetry and short journal-type entries or you could find me outside shooting hoops, practicing gymnastics in the yard, playing volleyball, or riding my dirt bike.
As I matured and made my way through school my creative hobbies took more of a backseat to my athletic aspirations. I was a three-sport athlete and thrived on competition. Sports took up the vast majority of my free-time.
But, when I graduated high school I found myself greatly drawn to the idea of doing something creative for a living. My roots seemed to call me back to the one thing that has always really soothed my soul. I knew I wanted to “create”.
I decided to go check out a local art school for college with the initial intention of doing Interior Design. It turns out, at art school they more so place you than you placing yourself. They “interview” you and then tell you what they feel you would actually be successful at. Within five minutes of that interview it was decided, undoubtably, that I was meant to be a Graphic Designer. (Read the rest of this small business story with link in bio!) shop with @garrettgraphicsinc
I like living like a normal person, honestly more average than anything else. I really don’t know why. I never made waves in my life, I never got in trouble or attracted unwanted attention to myself. I always stayed home and read or studied, when others would party because I knew if I’m doing that stuff in that moment in the future would be better for me. Maybe that advise was ill fated in some ways but in others not so much. I regret not going to be social, I regret not experiencing all the things others did. How could I ever participate though, it seemed like by the words of some I wasn’t accepted into the many. To go out and hangout around people who will constantly shoot looks your way or say something in their little groups of friends how is that even fun for anyone. When I realized that being myself and doing what I wanted to better myself I knew instantly how much better my life was at the moment and will be even farther into the future. I know one thing for sure those nights I stayed home and got ahead on school work and really focused on what I wanted on my life, those moments were the moments I will remember because they make my future endeavors that much stronger. Now that I work in education and get to teach the kids that could be going through the same thing, I know that if they see the proof in one persons experience that they will be able to stay strong through anything. Life really is about bettering yourself each day. Never give up on yourself, always be true to your course, that’s the phrase I live by.
December of 2014 was one of the worst months of my life.
I tried to kill myself.
But once again, I couldn’t.
I tried to hang myself from the towel hooks in the bathroom.
No one would have ever guessed as to why though.
I had a job, I had a home, I had a family, and a lot of friends.
My house was going to get taken away, my family was broken, and my friends were more like acquaintances.
I was tired of being 18 with a newly enforced curfew because I was spending time with my “friends” and my dad didn’t like me having those apparently. (Read the rest of this powerful piece on the website, link in bio!)