As mentioned in the previous post I have been through some rough times like most people, but I have overcome most of what has haunted me for the past 22 years of my life. To explain I would need to start at the beginning. I was born April 12, 1989. I am still a child in many ways, but I understand things better than most. I was born into a "typical" family. Mother, father, older sister, and loving grandparents or so you would think. My father and mother were both nurses. We were mid-high class and had no worries. Things would appear to be perfect to anyone looking from the outside. My mother noticed changes in my father after they were wed. He became more strict and would not allow her simple pleasures of little things she wanted while he had everything. Violence became commonplace and peace an unknown luxury. Mother had discussions with his parents, which of course were well-to-do, but they made it out to be her fault. Their son is perfect and would get anything he wanted. After some years of abuse a doctor prescribed him medication for what he believed to be bipolar disorder. The medication seemed to be working, according to my mother, but he was convenced that he could control himself without medication. He would take it on and off so my mother thought it was better than nothing. The abuse continued but not to the magnitude as before... until my sister Tracey was born.

So this will be my first blog and I would like it just to be an introduction. Like the title suggests I am just one person out of a million. Whether it is your awareness or mine doesn't matter. What matters is that it is there at all. I would be called the typical adult at first glance. I am married and have a few animals, but no children and I work over 40 hours a week. Bills need to be paid, things need to be fixed, and in line with murphy's law what can go wrong will. No offense but screw Murphy. I have seen some of the worst parts of the world whether by my own doing or against my will, but I have also seen miracles. If the "Law" was true then we, as a race, as individuals, as living beings, would not be here. I have been beaten, battered, and bruised as you will read later but know this, I am who I am and no one can change ME. What defines me as a person, as one that has been created, brought in and eventually taken out? I may be 1 of a million, but you would still have to count me. You cannot reach 2 without first starting at one, and 3 is impossible without 2. In the next few blogs of an unknown number, I will explain and tell the story of what makes me ME and how someone can go through Hell while keeping a grasp on life.