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Inspiration for Jane Doe
When I was young, my mother was diagnosed with several inoperable brain tumors. She and my step-dad worked hard to make sure that me and my three sisters were happy regardless. They did a great job, but one day my mother couldn’t take it anymore. She told us that she was going to the grocery store. When she didn’t return, we started to look around the house for some clue as to why she’d been gone so long. It was then that we noticed all of her things were gone.
Once my step-dad came to terms with my mother leaving, he called my biological father. My father then took me to live with him and his wife. His wife was abusive both mentally and physically. To say that she didn’t like me or want me around is an understatement.
For years I’ve battled phobias, nightmares, and anxiety because of the things she did to me and put me through. It was only when my husband suggested that I use my writing as therapy and turn my tragedy into something I could be proud of. I can honestly say that he was spot on and I couldn’t be prouder.
Once my step-dad came to terms with my mother leaving, he called my biological father. My father then took me to live with him and his wife. His wife was abusive both mentally and physically. To say that she didn’t like me or want me around is an understatement.
For years I’ve battled phobias, nightmares, and anxiety because of the things she did to me and put me through. It was only when my husband suggested that I use my writing as therapy and turn my tragedy into something I could be proud of. I can honestly say that he was spot on and I couldn’t be prouder.
A Sneak Peek
Here's a sneak peek of my sci-fi novel that I'm currently working on.
“What the hell Mercy?” Zayne yelled as he began to chase after Darren. I followed, hoping and praying that Darren escaped. More than I hoped for Darren’s escape, I hoped that Zayne could forgive me for allowing it. As Zayne ran out the front door, I sat on the sleeping bags, pulled my knees to my chest, and imagined all of us living in peace. Maybe I was naïve, but I still believed that at some point, it might’ve been possible, to benefit from one of the other’s existence. For so long, I hoped for survivors. I hoped to find many, not just some. My heart ached, because we were against one another.
“What the hell Mercy?” Zayne yelled as he began to chase after Darren. I followed, hoping and praying that Darren escaped. More than I hoped for Darren’s escape, I hoped that Zayne could forgive me for allowing it. As Zayne ran out the front door, I sat on the sleeping bags, pulled my knees to my chest, and imagined all of us living in peace. Maybe I was naïve, but I still believed that at some point, it might’ve been possible, to benefit from one of the other’s existence. For so long, I hoped for survivors. I hoped to find many, not just some. My heart ached, because we were against one another.
A little more about me
I’m the kind of person who likes to stay in my comfort zone, so this is a big share for me.
In 1999 (age 12) my mother abandoned me.
Through 2001 I was neglected, abused, starved, etc.
In 2005 my daughter was born (one of the happiest days of my life) and 6 months later I had a stroke due to a malformation on my brain stem.
2007 divorced my cheating husband.
2008 married the man of my dreams.
2009 my first son was born.
2010 adopted my youngest son (he’s also a shaken baby survivor. The abuser was his biological mother, my younger sister.)
2012 our home was destroyed in a tornado.
2013 my youngest son was diagnosed with hydrocephalus and admitted for brain surgery.
2016 my daughters biological dad was thrown in prison (Also the year that my husband adopted her. It was a tough year, with a blessing thrown in.)
2019 my husband broke his neck in a car accident (he survived and is on the mend). I also released my first novel this year.
What a crazy exhausting life I’ve lived, and it’s not even close to over. No matter how crazy things get, I’d never do anything different. Being where I am with my husband and my children is worth everything to me.
In 1999 (age 12) my mother abandoned me.
Through 2001 I was neglected, abused, starved, etc.
In 2005 my daughter was born (one of the happiest days of my life) and 6 months later I had a stroke due to a malformation on my brain stem.
2007 divorced my cheating husband.
2008 married the man of my dreams.
2009 my first son was born.
2010 adopted my youngest son (he’s also a shaken baby survivor. The abuser was his biological mother, my younger sister.)
2012 our home was destroyed in a tornado.
2013 my youngest son was diagnosed with hydrocephalus and admitted for brain surgery.
2016 my daughters biological dad was thrown in prison (Also the year that my husband adopted her. It was a tough year, with a blessing thrown in.)
2019 my husband broke his neck in a car accident (he survived and is on the mend). I also released my first novel this year.
What a crazy exhausting life I’ve lived, and it’s not even close to over. No matter how crazy things get, I’d never do anything different. Being where I am with my husband and my children is worth everything to me.
