I was raised in a small town in the bootheel of Missouri by the river. I learned growing up to not rely on others to support your efforts. I have been on my own since I was 15 1/2 years old, trying to figure out what my life was supposed to be like. I raised three children on my own and made a way through many struggles to finish my career and become a Family Nurse Practitioner. Giving up has never been an option for me. After many years of abuse in childhood, relationships, and watching the ones that held my fate in their hands literally let me fall, I knew I was on my own.
I have been in the medical profession for 21 years and I have loved every moment. It has given me a different outlook on life, it gave me a purpose. Helping others everyday with struggles, sickness, and mental illness has given me a sense of accomplishment because I can be that one person they can count on listening when no one else does. I decided early in life I would write a book about my life. I had to wait until a certain time to do it. It may seem vain but even though my mother was not there for me, and she never chose me in life, I felt like I had to wait to save her the embarrassment or hurt feelings of my story. So, I waited until she passed away to write it. Even though many would say why did I care? I honestly can't tell you why. Maybe because I went clear up until she died hoping for an apology, acceptance, or an extension of love. Neither of those came in the end. My children are all almost adults now. I have went beyond to assure my children knew what a mothers love was. Something that I never experienced. I am married to my husband now for almost 10 years. My struggles in life has been my way of strengthening myself and learning how to accomplish anything I put my mind to. The second book is in the making!!