I feel like sharing my story. It's nothing profound like being rescued from an avalanch or pulled from the ocean after floating there for 10 days, but it may be beneficial for those looking for something more. Basically, I'll share all my shit and you'll read it an try to see if any of my lessons learned are applicable to you.

Just kidding.

I do have some thoughts to share though.

I'm 22 years old an before you close this book I want to say that things are not as they seem. For example, when I say I'm 22 years old you probably thought I'm single or maybe dating someone, just finished college and getting my feet wet in the career world Well, wrong, sorry. I'm 22 years old, college drop out, married with a 9 month old son. I've been through what many people take 10 years to process. So, In a way, this is my therapy. Thanks for listening.

As I mentioned before, I didn't finish college, I just wasn't the scholarly type then. Going back does hold my attention for those of you poo-pooing me, but mostly to feel like I'm 20 again and to escape this horror as they call it: the "real" world. And maybe to expand my knowledge on a few subjects in the process.

Truth is, I find life so much more interesting than formal schooling. I just don't learn from being told what to do. Just ask my mother that. We spent years butting heads, her trying to point out helpful tips on making life easier, and me putting my hand in her face saying "back-off: let me figure this out." Then, of course, I'd figure out some variation on what she was telling me- go figure. I'd think to myself, "wow, Shelley, your Mom knows what she's talking about." It took a long time for me to realize that's just how I function. Trial and error, intuition. Then I forgave myself.