Today I've started a blog...I have no idea what a blog is, how to start a blog, what to blog about...but in my crazy mind I've decided this would be fun.
My blog is about "My Journey to Crazy Town". My journey was not a short ride, it's been a ride that has been moving along since I can remember. Thanks to a psycho bitch from hell supervisor, who put the pedal to the metal, the last few years of my journey have been at a faster pace into crazy.
Where to begin?? I was born to two wonderful, hardworking parents. My mom was shy but fought her shyness, my dad was so shy he really was an introvert. I had older siblings. We lived a normal slow paced country life...
Shortly after my maternal grandmother passed away from cancer when I was 4, my mother went to bed and didn't get up for quite some time. She was convinced that there was a tumor in her throat and that she, too, had cancer. Nothing the doctor could say would convince her otherwise...ah, the first sign of DEPRESSION in my family ~ or as my mom would say, she was just "down in the dumps". My mother's sister came and took my sister and I to live with her...my brother was old enough to fend for himself. My mother's sister was CRAZY...the first sign of craziness in my family. So there you have it...DEPRESSION and CRAZY genes all wrapped up into a tidy package...now let's see who inherits the crazy genes...
From elementary school on up thru graduation I always had "my head in the clouds" as my mother put it...today they call it ADD. My attention span is that of a gnat. I did alright in school; if I liked the class or liked the teacher I did well. If I didn't like the teacher or was not one of my strong points, staring out the window became my daily ritual. Caution notices of impending failure were a constant in my life. I did, however, graduate with 26 credits while only needing 16. My mom decided I was going to be a secretary and Business courses were what was ordered for me. I had no input. Between the guidance counselor and my mother my future employment was set in motion. I don't know what I would have picked as a career...I was never asked.
In my mid teens, I started experimenting with drugs. First marijuana, then cocaine, then hallucinogenics and pretty much any drug I could get my hands on. I also became sexually active with my first real love. During this time the craziness started to seep into my brain...
