I come from a family of four, my mom, my sister, my brother ,and I. Along the way we've gained a few on the way and a few left, for instance my dad, John. Mom left him a little after my 1st birthday, there's not much to my dad, hes a native American that drinks to much, can't handle his beer... He was abusive to my mom that's why she left..

Shortly after that event this guy came into my life that I came to know as my step-dad Louis. My mom knew him way before they got together, he was really cool, they had the best relation ships I've seen in awhile, 10 years; yet there was a quite of few ups and downs, a lot bad things happened, my mom started using drugs to cope with the abuse of my father... She was lost. I ended up in foster care till my mom and step-dad got their life back together, it wasnt even that bad.. I lived with my grandma, but still had visiting rights with my mom.  Of course me being the youngest I got spoiled by my grandma Linda. I distinctly remember the visiting center, where it was filled with toys, in the back there was a little sand box, with a playground were I loved to play on.. Best part was getting to see my mom, even if it was for an hour. While we waited for my mom we'd sit in this little waiting room and she'd show up in the red van and which made the waiting worth it.

After 2 years of her fighting to get my older siblings and I back she finally did it. The first house I moved back into was with her. I attended school, I finally felt my family was back together again as life went on I Hit 3rd grade, which was the first year I attended a new school, we moved. It felt perfect... Mom, Louis, Raymond, Tavia ,and I.. Then one day there was these Hispanic boys who bullied me, because I looked like “a freak.” Then I watched my brother get into a fight after school, It was scary... Never saw my brother use violence towards another guy besides for practice in karate.

After that we moved to this 3-bedroom house. Life got better I went back to school, only downfall was I saw mom and Louis get into their first fight... But at least it wasn't physical, more verbal then anything. Of course I cried. I also did gymnastics, wasn't the best, then I quit because I didn't think I was good.

Then we moved.... Again, we moved to Grants Pass, to a beautiful 4-bedroom  3 bathroom it was great, huge back yard, nice smallish front yard.. I loved the school out there. I didn't make many friends out there but it was great for what I had, never had a problem had good grades and then it started to go down hill, mom started to go back to school for nursing degree, Louis he worked at Harry and Davids and made enough money to support us, but with the stress of school and my step-dad working grave yard they started arguing and he ended up cheating on her with a 20 year old.. We didn't have much money after after he left, so we moved back to Medford into a tiny house, we had room mates to help pay bills. My grades started slipping I was going to school late, and that's my depression started, because Louis left and had a kid with her and got a dog.

I started cutting myself I had terrible thoughts and so I started seeing a councilor, his name was Kari, he was great... Then I just stopped seeing him just because I felt like a freak, all I thought was I'm in 7th grade and I cant handle Louis being gone and my life going down hill. I felt like cutting myself made me better it distracted me from the pain on the inside. School past in the summer, couched surfed but with other family members, then my sister got kicked out of her house she was in with a roommate because of her boyfriends Bobby, she called my Grandpa Harold she hasn't talk to in forever, and told him we needed help and we moved out here to Central Point up on his hill. Just the first few weeks out here I got really depressed, got into my grandpas pills and took over 30 pills and cut my wrists and tried to OD and said by to my sister and her boyfriend and they look at me wired and told them I did that, wrote a note and I ended up going to the hospital on Emergency.. I honestly think my family looks at me different now, but I wasn't allowed to sleep at the hospital because it was dangerous or something so I laid there and waited.. ended up going home still crying and laid down and I was out when I got home, I felt so bad.. Then the next day my grandpa gave me a lecture and all that good stuff. My house burnt down now I live down the road from it and yea.. After that I got into riding horses its nice, I own a Tennessee Walker. I've placed 1st and 2nd twice with him in barrel races. Now I attend a new middle school, I'm a lot happier and unique, moms been with this guy for like 6 almost 7 months, And that's my crazy life so far.