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And I haven't been creative in years. I still got on here from time to time to delete notifications and stuff but had no motivation to post anything. So, here's a run down of what my life has been like since 2014-

My depression got really bad and I treated my loved ones like shit while I was in grad school in 2014. I began using various drugs. Uppers, downers, alcohol, weed, hallucinogens, whatever I could get... This resulted in my systematically self-destructing and tearing apart every relationship I held dear to myself. In May of 2014, Greg, my husband, the love of my life, could no longer watch me destroy myself and told me I needed to move home with my parents and that he was going to file for divorce. I lost it, and downed a bottle of muscle relaxers that I'd been prescribed for a medical condition I have, with an entire bottle of rum. I nearly died. After surviving that, I slit my own wrists. Again, I nearly died. I was quickly losing myself, and I could no longer function sober.

Alone and terrified, I reached out to an old friend from high school. He and I began hanging out every day, and I quickly started spending nights too.. I really thought we had a connection, but when it all boiled down, we simply liked the same drugs and the same kinds of partying. We spent about a year doing nothing but getting high and drunk out of our minds and throwing parties every night. I did anything and everything I could to not feel the emotions- the pain, sadness, sorrow, guilt, terror... I did everything I could to convince myself that I was okay and that I was better off this way, better off without Greg... Better off as a comfortably numb junkie... I was dead inside. Worse, really. If I were dead, I couldn't have done what I did next.

I got pregnant last July, by my fellow-junkie boyfriend. Despite all our faults, despite the fear and the uncertainty and the fact that deep down I don't think either of us felt like we were right for one another, we were both excited. We both got clean and got good jobs. We got a house and moved out of the shitty camper we'd been living in, and started fixing a nursery. We named him. Eri Sage. For the first time in a over two years, I was happy enough and hopeful enough to stop using. All for him. I even gave up caffeine. But it wasn't enough. On Halloween, 2015, my son passed. I lost him. My baby boy died, in my womb, where he should have been the safest he'd ever be. I couldn't protect him, I couldn't give him the easiest thing a mother could ever give her child- life. Oh, but I gave him love. The love I have for him is both the most amazing thing, and the most painful thing I've ever felt in my life.

But, as we all know by now, I don't like to feel painful things. The following month was exceedingly dark. I was given painkillers and anti-anxiety and anti-depression drugs by the hospital and I used them and abused them with every bit of junkie gusto I had in me. I went back for more, and more, and more... claiming pain and night terrors that didn't exist because I was too numb to experience such things.

My boyfriend grew more and more distant, using drugs even I wouldn't dare touch: meth, heroine, crack cocaine... Sure, I'd use the pharmacological equivalents, but those drugs had gotten some of our friends into serious trouble with the law- even killed one- and we'd sworn to each other to stay away from them in favor of 'safer' highs... if you can call downing three Xanax bars and a tab or two, while chugging booze and smoking weed, 'safe'... He became more and more withdrawn from me, and when I'd try to force him to talk to me, violent toward me.

One evening, I came home from shopping (It was the week before Christmas) and found him sitting on the couch, strung out on meth. It was freezing in the house- he'd been too fucked up to turn the heaters on. I came in, hands full of presents, and he began screaming about how cold he was. I told him my hands were full and that he was two feet from the heater, and that he could get up and turn it on easier than I could... so he got up and threw it and hit me with it. A 30 or 40 pound radiator heater. He then left and I didn't hear from him for three days.

He came back a few days before Christmas, acting as though nothing had happened. He almost seemed like his old self, so I naively convinced myself he'd gotten it out of his system and that he'd get back to normal now. I was so relieved that he seemed to be himself and that he was safe (I'd been so worried!) that we had sex.

I took a pregnancy test at 12:00 am on New Years Day. It was positive. But, unlike last time, I wasn't excited. I wasn't hopeful. I wasn't happy. My gut told me from the moment that little plus sign popped up that it wouldn't end well. We'd been told not to 'try again' until February at the earliest. My body wasn't healed from the first miscarriage.

When I told my boyfriend, he flew into a rage. I had unknowingly caught him while he was tweaking. He told me it was my fault we'd lost Sage, and it would be my fault that we would lose this one, too. He told me it was God's way of showing him I wouldn't be worthy of mothering his children. He told me we were finished.

I began packing my things and he went to stay with a friend until I could get moved out. I was thankful for that, despite the fact that part of me just wanted to call him and apologize (for what, I'm not quite sure) and beg him to come home. His behavior scared me and his words ripped right through me. I wanted to die, but I kept going on the off chance that this baby would make it, against all odds.

The baby became my only reason for going on. She was my second chance. She would be my saving grace as well as his, I thought. I could think of nothing but her for the next few weeks as my life fell apart. I named her Haven Jade, because she'd become my little Haven from all the pain I was experiencing. I chose Jade as her middle name, as a homage to Sage (my two favorite shades of my favorite color- green).

I immediately went to my doctor and he monitored me every four days for two weeks. It was evident after two weeks that my hormones had stopped rising and I was losing Haven. I lost what little hope I had in my life. The doctor gave me a pill that would speed up the miscarriage and end the pregnancy. But I couldn't force her from my body. I just couldn't do that. If she was going to die, too, so was I.

On what was supposed to be my last night in the house I had shared with my boyfriend, I took the rest of my pills and got my boyfriends 45mm handgun from his safe. I called him and told him what the doctor had told me and what I was going to do. He freaked out, but not because he didn't want me to kill myself. No, his issue was with the fact that someone might think he'd killed me because I was using his gun and he might go to jail. So, instead, I made a noose from some kind of cord I found in a drawer in the kitchen... I think it was some kind of audio system cord? He was very into audio systems... and I hung myself in the hallway, even as I was already fading into unconsciousness from the pills.

I woke to his sister-in-law (who lived next door) slapping me and screaming at me. Even fucked up from the pain pills, I knew I'd failed in yet another suicide attempt. I was so angry. I was so ashamed. I shoved her off of me easily. She weighed all of 105lbs and I was desperate to get away. She was shocked enough that I managed to get out of the house. My boyfriend's mom was running over, the phone to her ear. She had been calling the ambulance. I jumped in my car (we lived in the sticks, with no neighbors for miles and often shared cars, so my keys were in the ignition like always) and took off.

I'm not sure exactly where I was going. I had some vague plan to drive off a bridge, or head-first into a semi... Instead I just drove into a ditch because I was so fucked up. I came to in the ambulance, on my way to the ER. My boyfriend's family met the ambulance there and told them what I'd done. I was admitted to the behavioral health wing. AKA the psych ward.

I didn't spend nearly as long in there as I probably needed to. I was desperate to get out so I could get high and not have to think about the things they made me think about, so I lied and told them I was better. They believed me so easily it's scary. While I was in there, my body terminated the pregnancy on its own, without the pill the dr had given me to 'speed it up'. I felt so empty, so devoid of all hope and happiness. I felt like an icecube just sitting around, waiting to melt into nonexistence. Only, I was in the freezer, where that couldn't happen. I was ready for the sun. I was ready to die... I smiled all the fake smiles I could, told all the right lies, expressed all the right sentiments about regret and needing to get out so that I wouldn't get fired from my job. They like to hear that. Caring about your job means you care about living. So I focused on that.

But when they did let me out, my parents came to pick me up and it really hit home how much I'd hurt them. And it occurred to me that I was about to inflict all of that pain I'd felt from losing Sage and Haven, times a hundred, on them. I couldn't even imagine killing myself anymore. I couldn't imagine doing that to them...

But I also couldn't imagine living with the pain I had inside of me. So once again, I turned to drugs. If I had to continue on living to keep from hurting my parents, at least I could do it constantly doped out of my mind and completely numb. I was still killing myself, but now I was in denial about it. I didn't spend more than an hour or two sober for four months.

Then, in April, I was driving through town, smoking a pipe while behind the wheel, when I was spotted by a police officer. I was given a probation sentence and forced to get clean- truly clean for the first time since I was pregnant with Sage. I was forced to join narcotics anonymous and start seeing a therapist. It's been such a great help. What's crazy is I didn't even realize how bad things were... but now that I've been sober for more than three months, I can't believe the condition my mind has been in. I have really thrown myself into work and have been promoted twice! I even got myself a new car. I have amazing friends and, of course, I have my parents and brother... who I love with all my heart. And even though they are no longer with me, I have two beautiful babies waiting for me in the next life. I have to live my life the best I can for them.

What's more, two months ago, on a whim, I emailed Greg, my ex-husband, and apologized for all I put him through. I can't imagine what it must have been like seeing the person you love most self-destructing like that. I hurt him, bad... We started talking the next day, catching up on all that has happened. When I told him about losing Sage and Haven, he cried. And I cried. And we cried together. And for the first time, I actually felt the beginnings of some closure. He has been the biggest support I could ask for in my recovery. He's been just amazing. What started as a random apology email, became texts, then phone calls, then lunch with an old friend, then dates, and now we are back together, walking the road to recovery together, hand in hand. He knows this full story, and he better understands now what I was going through at the very beginning of all this. What started as stress over grad school nearly ended my life at least four times over...

Anyway, I'm back. I'm feeling like my old self again. And I'm writing again. :D I don't know how much I'll post on here but I promise I will put some stuff up soon. I've been re-reading and revising The Chronicles of Althea and I have a ton of ideas of where I want to go next with it. So, stay tuned. Lol. I missed this site so much </3 I'm glad to be back. :D
  • Listening to: Zedd- Clarity
  • Reading: The Chronicles of Althea: StormSlayer
  • Watching: Family Guy Reruns
  • Playing: back old memories
  • Eating: fritos
  • Drinking: coke zero

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And I haven't been creative in years. I still got on here from time to time to delete notifications and stuff but had no motivation to post anything. So, here's a run down of what my life has been like since 2014-

My depression got really bad and I treated my loved ones like shit while I was in grad school in 2014. I began using various drugs. Uppers, downers, alcohol, weed, hallucinogens, whatever I could get... This resulted in my systematically self-destructing and tearing apart every relationship I held dear to myself. In May of 2014, Greg, my husband, the love of my life, could no longer watch me destroy myself and told me I needed to move home with my parents and that he was going to file for divorce. I lost it, and downed a bottle of muscle relaxers that I'd been prescribed for a medical condition I have, with an entire bottle of rum. I nearly died. After surviving that, I slit my own wrists. Again, I nearly died. I was quickly losing myself, and I could no longer function sober.

Alone and terrified, I reached out to an old friend from high school. He and I began hanging out every day, and I quickly started spending nights too.. I really thought we had a connection, but when it all boiled down, we simply liked the same drugs and the same kinds of partying. We spent about a year doing nothing but getting high and drunk out of our minds and throwing parties every night. I did anything and everything I could to not feel the emotions- the pain, sadness, sorrow, guilt, terror... I did everything I could to convince myself that I was okay and that I was better off this way, better off without Greg... Better off as a comfortably numb junkie... I was dead inside. Worse, really. If I were dead, I couldn't have done what I did next.

I got pregnant last July, by my fellow-junkie boyfriend. Despite all our faults, despite the fear and the uncertainty and the fact that deep down I don't think either of us felt like we were right for one another, we were both excited. We both got clean and got good jobs. We got a house and moved out of the shitty camper we'd been living in, and started fixing a nursery. We named him. Eri Sage. For the first time in a over two years, I was happy enough and hopeful enough to stop using. All for him. I even gave up caffeine. But it wasn't enough. On Halloween, 2015, my son passed. I lost him. My baby boy died, in my womb, where he should have been the safest he'd ever be. I couldn't protect him, I couldn't give him the easiest thing a mother could ever give her child- life. Oh, but I gave him love. The love I have for him is both the most amazing thing, and the most painful thing I've ever felt in my life.

But, as we all know by now, I don't like to feel painful things. The following month was exceedingly dark. I was given painkillers and anti-anxiety and anti-depression drugs by the hospital and I used them and abused them with every bit of junkie gusto I had in me. I went back for more, and more, and more... claiming pain and night terrors that didn't exist because I was too numb to experience such things.

My boyfriend grew more and more distant, using drugs even I wouldn't dare touch: meth, heroine, crack cocaine... Sure, I'd use the pharmacological equivalents, but those drugs had gotten some of our friends into serious trouble with the law- even killed one- and we'd sworn to each other to stay away from them in favor of 'safer' highs... if you can call downing three Xanax bars and a tab or two, while chugging booze and smoking weed, 'safe'... He became more and more withdrawn from me, and when I'd try to force him to talk to me, violent toward me.

One evening, I came home from shopping (It was the week before Christmas) and found him sitting on the couch, strung out on meth. It was freezing in the house- he'd been too fucked up to turn the heaters on. I came in, hands full of presents, and he began screaming about how cold he was. I told him my hands were full and that he was two feet from the heater, and that he could get up and turn it on easier than I could... so he got up and threw it and hit me with it. A 30 or 40 pound radiator heater. He then left and I didn't hear from him for three days.

He came back a few days before Christmas, acting as though nothing had happened. He almost seemed like his old self, so I naively convinced myself he'd gotten it out of his system and that he'd get back to normal now. I was so relieved that he seemed to be himself and that he was safe (I'd been so worried!) that we had sex.

I took a pregnancy test at 12:00 am on New Years Day. It was positive. But, unlike last time, I wasn't excited. I wasn't hopeful. I wasn't happy. My gut told me from the moment that little plus sign popped up that it wouldn't end well. We'd been told not to 'try again' until February at the earliest. My body wasn't healed from the first miscarriage.

When I told my boyfriend, he flew into a rage. I had unknowingly caught him while he was tweaking. He told me it was my fault we'd lost Sage, and it would be my fault that we would lose this one, too. He told me it was God's way of showing him I wouldn't be worthy of mothering his children. He told me we were finished.

I began packing my things and he went to stay with a friend until I could get moved out. I was thankful for that, despite the fact that part of me just wanted to call him and apologize (for what, I'm not quite sure) and beg him to come home. His behavior scared me and his words ripped right through me. I wanted to die, but I kept going on the off chance that this baby would make it, against all odds.

The baby became my only reason for going on. She was my second chance. She would be my saving grace as well as his, I thought. I could think of nothing but her for the next few weeks as my life fell apart. I named her Haven Jade, because she'd become my little Haven from all the pain I was experiencing. I chose Jade as her middle name, as a homage to Sage (my two favorite shades of my favorite color- green).

I immediately went to my doctor and he monitored me every four days for two weeks. It was evident after two weeks that my hormones had stopped rising and I was losing Haven. I lost what little hope I had in my life. The doctor gave me a pill that would speed up the miscarriage and end the pregnancy. But I couldn't force her from my body. I just couldn't do that. If she was going to die, too, so was I.

On what was supposed to be my last night in the house I had shared with my boyfriend, I took the rest of my pills and got my boyfriends 45mm handgun from his safe. I called him and told him what the doctor had told me and what I was going to do. He freaked out, but not because he didn't want me to kill myself. No, his issue was with the fact that someone might think he'd killed me because I was using his gun and he might go to jail. So, instead, I made a noose from some kind of cord I found in a drawer in the kitchen... I think it was some kind of audio system cord? He was very into audio systems... and I hung myself in the hallway, even as I was already fading into unconsciousness from the pills.

I woke to his sister-in-law (who lived next door) slapping me and screaming at me. Even fucked up from the pain pills, I knew I'd failed in yet another suicide attempt. I was so angry. I was so ashamed. I shoved her off of me easily. She weighed all of 105lbs and I was desperate to get away. She was shocked enough that I managed to get out of the house. My boyfriend's mom was running over, the phone to her ear. She had been calling the ambulance. I jumped in my car (we lived in the sticks, with no neighbors for miles and often shared cars, so my keys were in the ignition like always) and took off.

I'm not sure exactly where I was going. I had some vague plan to drive off a bridge, or head-first into a semi... Instead I just drove into a ditch because I was so fucked up. I came to in the ambulance, on my way to the ER. My boyfriend's family met the ambulance there and told them what I'd done. I was admitted to the behavioral health wing. AKA the psych ward.

I didn't spend nearly as long in there as I probably needed to. I was desperate to get out so I could get high and not have to think about the things they made me think about, so I lied and told them I was better. They believed me so easily it's scary. While I was in there, my body terminated the pregnancy on its own, without the pill the dr had given me to 'speed it up'. I felt so empty, so devoid of all hope and happiness. I felt like an icecube just sitting around, waiting to melt into nonexistence. Only, I was in the freezer, where that couldn't happen. I was ready for the sun. I was ready to die... I smiled all the fake smiles I could, told all the right lies, expressed all the right sentiments about regret and needing to get out so that I wouldn't get fired from my job. They like to hear that. Caring about your job means you care about living. So I focused on that.

But when they did let me out, my parents came to pick me up and it really hit home how much I'd hurt them. And it occurred to me that I was about to inflict all of that pain I'd felt from losing Sage and Haven, times a hundred, on them. I couldn't even imagine killing myself anymore. I couldn't imagine doing that to them...

But I also couldn't imagine living with the pain I had inside of me. So once again, I turned to drugs. If I had to continue on living to keep from hurting my parents, at least I could do it constantly doped out of my mind and completely numb. I was still killing myself, but now I was in denial about it. I didn't spend more than an hour or two sober for four months.

Then, in April, I was driving through town, smoking a pipe while behind the wheel, when I was spotted by a police officer. I was given a probation sentence and forced to get clean- truly clean for the first time since I was pregnant with Sage. I was forced to join narcotics anonymous and start seeing a therapist. It's been such a great help. What's crazy is I didn't even realize how bad things were... but now that I've been sober for more than three months, I can't believe the condition my mind has been in. I have really thrown myself into work and have been promoted twice! I even got myself a new car. I have amazing friends and, of course, I have my parents and brother... who I love with all my heart. And even though they are no longer with me, I have two beautiful babies waiting for me in the next life. I have to live my life the best I can for them.

What's more, two months ago, on a whim, I emailed Greg, my ex-husband, and apologized for all I put him through. I can't imagine what it must have been like seeing the person you love most self-destructing like that. I hurt him, bad... We started talking the next day, catching up on all that has happened. When I told him about losing Sage and Haven, he cried. And I cried. And we cried together. And for the first time, I actually felt the beginnings of some closure. He has been the biggest support I could ask for in my recovery. He's been just amazing. What started as a random apology email, became texts, then phone calls, then lunch with an old friend, then dates, and now we are back together, walking the road to recovery together, hand in hand. He knows this full story, and he better understands now what I was going through at the very beginning of all this. What started as stress over grad school nearly ended my life at least four times over...

Anyway, I'm back. I'm feeling like my old self again. And I'm writing again. :D I don't know how much I'll post on here but I promise I will put some stuff up soon. I've been re-reading and revising The Chronicles of Althea and I have a ton of ideas of where I want to go next with it. So, stay tuned. Lol. I missed this site so much </3 I'm glad to be back. :D
  • Listening to: Zedd- Clarity
  • Reading: The Chronicles of Althea: StormSlayer
  • Watching: Family Guy Reruns
  • Playing: back old memories
  • Eating: fritos
  • Drinking: coke zero

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Hey there. Haven't heard from you in a good while. Hope everything's ok.
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here is a site to get a p memebership thought I might link ya bit.ly/18Fg6zM
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hi just in case you still cant see your notes here ya go chat.deviantart.com/chat/TheRe… if you wanna chat
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Supposedly The Phone Will Ring
Right After You Do This.

















Just read the little stories and
Think of a wish as you scroll all
The way to the bottom. There is
A message there - then make your
Wish.















No attachment on this one.


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Stories

















I'm 13 years old, and I wished
That my dad would come home from
The army, because he'd been having
Problems with his heart and right
Leg It was 2:53 p .m.. When I made
My wish. At 3: 07 PM . (14 minutes
Later), the doorbell rang, and
There my Dad was, luggage and all!!





I'm Katie and I'm 20 and I've been
Having trouble in my job and on the
Verge of quitting. I made a simple
Wish that my boss would get a new
Job. That was at 1:35 and at 2:55
There was an announcement that he
Was promoted and was leaving for
Another city. Believe me...this
Really works!!!









My name is Ann and I am 45 years
Of age. I had always been single
And had been hoping to get into a
Nice, loving relationship for many
Years. While kind of daydreaming(and right after receiving this email)
I wished that a quality person would
Finally come into my life. That was at
9:10 AM on a Tuesday. At 9:55 AM
A FedEx delivery man came into my
Office.He was cute, polite and
Could not stop smiling at me. He
Started coming back almost everyday(even without packages) and asked me
Out a week later . We married 6
Months later and now have been
Happily married for 2 years.

What a great email it was!!

















Just scroll down to the end, but
While you do, think of a wish.
Make your wish when you have completed
Scrolling. Whatever age you are, is the
Number of minutes it will take for your
Wish to come true. Ex.you are 25 years
Old, it will take 25 minutes for your wish
To come true).
















However, if you don't send this to
People in 5 minutes, you will have bad
Luck for years!!

Go for it!!!
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Congratulations!!! Your wish will
Now come true in your age minutes.

Now follow this carefully....it
Can be very rewarding!!!!

If you send this to 10 more
People, other than the 5 that you
Already have to send to, something
Major that you've been wanting
Will happen.
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heh-heh... na mind about the link... i found it!
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hey... can you plz send me the adoptable sheet- you know the one from which i adopted #5? i had it in my all-time faves, but then i lost the folder and can't find the art!
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HaloSon Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012
Hey sweetie! I did a gift for you! I hope you like it! [link]
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Karu12 Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday x3
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comic-hero Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012  Hobbyist
Keep out for a deviantart member named neomoti. She has been hacking members by posting a link to a "deviantart login page". DO NOT FALL FOR IT. My friend mr. redx just warned me. Pass the word.
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intoxicatingwords07 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2012   General Artist
O: such amazingnesesses on this page!
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Felenir Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012
[link] They are done ;) If you don't like something i'll modify it :)
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