I've always been the little girl that hid behind doors growing up from ages 6 to 16. My mother thought she had it all worked out and supposedly met the man of her dreams when I was 6 years old. At first I thought he was a pretty nice guy. As time progressed, I noticed a few changes in my living situation. I was no longer allowed to open the refridgerator to get something to eat. I always had to ask to get a glass of water and go to the bathroom. I didn't really understand why my mom had chose to be with him and never said anything to him about the way he was trying to raise me. I had a younger brother that was deemed the devil child to my moms boyfriend and at 3 years old was getting his butt whooped for something totally stupid and off the record. I tried to keep myself out of trouble, but nothing seemed to work. Me and my brother were just 2 kids growing up in a house of hatred and my mother saw nothing wrong with the picture, at least I dont think she did. I got my butt whooped almost everyday and I always had to sit on my bed and I could never play with my toys. Four years had gone by and my mother decided to marry this quack when I was at school. When I got home she told me she got married and all I could do is look her dead the face and ask "WHY?" She never told me, but then I moved to a different house and things didn't get any better. I was always in trouble as was my brother. When I turned 11, things started to change, I wasn't getting my butt whooped as much but I can't say much for my brother. I was molested beyond repair and I tried to tell my mother, but she didnt seem to believe me. I then, had a wonderful and awesome friend that let me confide in them and I told her everything. She had taken in as much as she could until one night, my brother got into trouble for something totally stupid and got his butt whooped and my mom wasnt home and her "husband" wouldn't stop hitting him, I tried my best to yell at him to stop but that did not work. When I got to school the next day, I told my friend everything and she went with me to the office because she quote "had had enough of this bullsh*t." And that day my life changed, something inside me told me what I had to do. Later on that day, my mother arrived at my school and I had to go to the police station and file a report and record a testimony and everything. Her "husband" was arrested and told to leave the premises. I thought things were going to be better, but they got worse, I got blamed for ruining her life and I didn't feel accepted at home anymore. So, I started looking in to other options for myself, rather than running away because I knew in my heart that I wanted to finish high school. I sat my mother down one day and told her that I wanted to join the National Guard at 17 years old. She signed the papers and I was on my way. Before I left for Basic Training I met a remarkable person and fell in love with him to this day. He is the love of my life and I would do anything for him. I then went to basic training, all the while still dating him, so yes, i have been in a long distance relationship for 3 months. It was hard but I stuck it out. Then I returned to school and completed high school and recieved my diploma. I was very proud of myself. I mean I had my life set and a career and a fresh start for college because the guard paid 100% tuition. I had it made, BUT then something tragic happened, I was ran over by a car and I lost my career due to my leg having a huge hole and myself not being able to complete training, (this happened a year ago), but I'm trying my best to get my leg to its fullest extent of therapy. It will never be like the other leg, but I know that now. I currently just went back to work and am living my life day to day, not taking sh*t from anyone and loving my family and friends that are there for me.� I know this entry may seem way too long, but the title "Growing up is hard to do" is what I am trying to emphasize on.� No matter what happens in life, whether it be growing up in a messed up world like me or growing up without parents and on the street, everybody is different and sometimes it takes longer to "grow up" persay than most. I know it took me 19 years and it'll prolly still take me til I pass to figure out that I never stop learning or growing up, but I may reach a medium. So for all� you bloggers out there, I just wanted to say, hang in there, it'll get worse before it gets better. And if you ever see something wrong with how your friends are being treated, please be there for them. It helps out a tremendous amount and you'll be glad that you did it!
Thank you
Alyssa
血压这点事
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最近一些男女老少朋友们, 纷纷告诉我, 近期发现自己的血压不稳并伴随头痛头晕等症状. 我一直研究高血压病, 有必要为朋友们写几个字.
高血压病是大家都似乎明白的 ‘未知病因’ 造成的, 从社会流行病角度来讲, 高血压是个社会病, 当一个社会发展到一定程度, 一定比例的社会成员的血压就会相应地增高. 个体病因可以是千差万别的, 有的是遗传因素为主, 有的是工作压力为主. 但随着社会发展带来的文化及人们行为模式的改变, 使更多的人受高血压病的困扰.
社会的压力经过二三十年神不知鬼不觉地慢慢地渗透到人们的血管里来了. 当人们发现自己血压高的时候, 都是在生活方式问题多年积累后的结果了. 因此高血压也是个不好对付的慢性病, 需要有长期作战的思想准备. 关键是及早发现高血压, 通过用药及调整生活方式把血压控制在正常范围内, 防止高血压带来的脑血管和心肾等脏器的损害.�
最坏的情况是, 人们因为忙碌而忽略对血压的长期控制, 脑血管不再能承受压力的剧烈波动就会发生意外,也就是脑出血. 华尔街的金融风暴就是一个典型的高血压脑病. 如果这种不幸发生的话, 恢复起来很慢, 对生活质量的影响就大了. �
I dont think i'm in such a good mood today =(
Is it the weather?? I dunoo. It looks warm out again. I thought it'd be snowing sooon.
I hate school
I don't really believe ppl change, more often than not they just finally grow up/i know i did
Back when I was coming up on my 40th birthday I got the bright idea to start a new hobbie. I went to the craft store and Counted Cross Stitch caught my eye.
What�appealed to me�was the small detail of the craft. It sparked a memory: when I was little my father got into doing these pictures (I don't know what the art is called) that required gluing tiny pieces of plastic (?) onto�a canvas which creates�a picture, like in particular I remember a horse's head that he did. I would watch and watch as he very slowly and meticulously placed the shiney bits�into place. I was amazed as the horse's face�came alive over the time he worked on it.�
I remember him being very focused, it had a calming effect on him.�I felt good, happy, content when he'd pull that stuff out�and set it up on the�kitchen table. Peace would reign over our house during that time. All was good.
As I look into that memory now I�can understand why such a tedious craft as cross stitching�would�appeal to�me and bring me�so much pleasure.�
It hasn't been a straight shot. I haven't been a consistant student of this school of discipline. As of today I'm in good standing however. I've been using this piece to assist me in a transition I'm going through which has me at odds with spare time.�Someday�I might look back on this time as the beginning stages of�my "Empty Nest". Ha! That's a trip- Bird Houses - Empty Nest -�Get it,��?
Well, as of today I'm�feeling focused, calm and�dedicated to finishing. I'm in the home stretch, it looks great, the errors I've made would only be apparent to a pro. I take pride not in�the accomplishment but in the effort of it.�I've got time with this thing, when it's finally done I will know it's part of me.���
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