I am in recovery from a mental breakdown. Life went spiraling into the ground.
Soon thereafter, my dad booted me out, having called police on me twice. My family didn’t like me. I spent time on the streets. I moved, away from my family.
I like writing, and remember the third grade. How so very much I wished to entertain my classmates with various stories I wrote. Flashbacks led me to writing.com. The greatest blessing was free membership. Since then, I have been perfecting my writing with proper grammar and punctuations from the advice of other authors. I have even started a contest on writing.com! Writing is therapeutic, a coping skill.