It was like the weather. Some days were sunny, some cloudy, and every once in a while a great deal of rain. I could try and fathom what would happen next as if I actually were a weatherman. But what would be the point? I knew I had depression. I would just have to wake up each morning and see how it went. I thought maybe I’d outgrow it. Maybe I still can. My family is what drove me to the edge, but somehow they managed to slam their foot on the break before it was too late.
I grew up a child who was part of many “lesser” groups. As the only black girl in my classes I felt like I was sequestered from whom I was meant to be. My biological parents were black and white so it was abnormal growing up in a Hispanic household. I had two moms which
I grew up a child who was part of many “lesser” groups. As the only black girl in my classes I felt like I was sequestered from whom I was meant to be. My biological parents were black and white so it was abnormal growing up in a Hispanic household. I had two moms which