Let's start at the beginning

     Here is a brief glimpse of my childhood, I was raised in a broken home, my parents divorced when I was around 13. My older brother, two younger siblings and I were all raised by my father and my grandparents (my dad's parents). My dad is a Christian man, with a heart full of love, compassion, and understanding (I'm a daddies girl to say the very least). Us kids were raised with biblical beliefs but we did not attend church very often.
   Throughout high school I was very shy. I lacked confidence and the sense of self worth. I felt like my opinions did not matter and the only way to be liked was to just be quiet and go along with the crowd.
     After high school, I joined the Navy. While I was at my training school to become an Information Technician, I became pregnant with my first daughter. Once I completed school, I chose orders for Virginia. I stayed in Virginia and I was stationed at three different commands during my five year enlistment.
   During my five years of active duty I was considered a"wild child." In the Navy I was one of the  "pretty girls." Being a "pretty girl" had its advantages. I was now considered "popular." I felt invincible.  I would hang out at clubs, go to parties, and hang out with groups of people, girls and guys.
     In order hide my insecurities, I drank ... yeah, so that's an understatement, I got drunk pretty often. I drank mainly to fit in. I think the drinking helped numb my feelings and the reality of my past issues, my present responsibilities, and future dilemmas.
     My drinking came to a halt in mid July of 2010, when... and the plot thickens, but I will pick this back up in a few days. I have to leave you on a cliff hanger, that way I know you will be back to read more.