About Me

Mommy of 2. Wife of one. I'm not great at English, but it's the only language I know, so suck it. When I was 16 I was diagnosed with depression. Woopie, right? Me and every other girl. Well, trust me, it wasn't just teen angst. When I was in my mid-20s I had a major meltdown that resulted in being wrongly diagnosed as bi-polar by a doctor who ended up killing himself. (Not my fault, I swear) After years of self-mutilation, copious amounts of drugs (street and Rx), alcoholism, and general debauchery, I finally got my head out of my ass and asked for help. I'm currently doing ok. I have my moments and they can be real motherfuckers, but I get through them with the help of my husband and beautiful children.