Personal Essay: Shoplifting
One the same day that my book dropped I walked into work with two new things. A copy of my book to show anyone and an ankle braclet on my left leg to keep from everyone. In the middle of writting my book I made some wrong choices in my life that lead to me being arrested and facing criminal charges at that time for shoplifting. Athough I was out on bail I proceeded to write my book until I finished it, then went on to publish it because I refused to allow my mistake to setback my goal. Needless to say I ended up with a home confinement sentence but my desire to show my children more success than failure I invested heavily in Experienced Expressions and it took off, once again giving me back my THRIVE. I started doing booksignings in various
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after living life on an up and down basis I finally took a tumble after losing my mother in 2014. I took her loss so hard that it literally made me sick. At the time I was attending West Chester University for my bachelors degree, doing well as a single mom paying all my own bills and taking care of all my children independantly. Apart of me got buried when my mother did. I ended up getting so depressed my body began to experience physical pain. By the time I was done being hospitalized on numberous occassions, seeing several specialist at the University of Penn and going through a vast amount of blood test, I ended up being diagnosed with fibromyalgia which is (a chronic widespread pain disease) that attacks your nerve system causing pain and inflammation to your muscles, bones and joints. Rhuemotoid arthritis set in my hands so bad that I could no longer pick up my baby daughter. I was medically withdrawn from school and bed bound for two years with a weekly dated medication case that reminded me of the ones my elder patients would have to remind them of what pills to take on what days. Visits from friend and family began to get less and less until they became almost nonexsistant. If ever I felt alone in life it was during the peek of my illness. By this time the father of my children was out of the picture and my help is coming from that of a female
after living life on an up and down basis I finally took a tumble after losing my mother in 2014. I took her loss so hard that it literally made me sick. At the time I was attending West Chester University for my bachelors degree, doing well as a single mom paying all my own bills and taking care of all my children independantly. Apart of me got buried when my mother did. I ended up getting so depressed my body began to experience physical pain. By the time I was done being hospitalized on numberous occassions, seeing several specialist at the University of Penn and going through a vast amount of blood test, I ended up being diagnosed with fibromyalgia which is (a chronic widespread pain disease) that attacks your nerve system causing pain and inflammation to your muscles, bones and joints. Rhuemotoid arthritis set in my hands so bad that I could no longer pick up my baby daughter. I was medically withdrawn from school and bed bound for two years with a weekly dated medication case that reminded me of the ones my elder patients would have to remind them of what pills to take on what days. Visits from friend and family began to get less and less until they became almost nonexsistant. If ever I felt alone in life it was during the peek of my illness. By this time the father of my children was out of the picture and my help is coming from that of a female