Post by Breanna Ryter on May 5, 2004 7:48:28 GMT -5
1986: I was born in a hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. My three brothers, Phil jr., Malcolm, and Frenchon were there. Frenchon named me. My grandmother didn't even know that my mother was pregnant with me.
1987: From what I was told, my mother, my brothers and I moved around a lot in the lower part of Wisconsin.
1988: Again from what I was told, we all lived in a duplex in Janesville while my grandmom was living in some appartment in the same town. Apparently my 'step-father' and my mother split up. Mother had a brain tumor but had it removed safely.
1989: I remember meeting the family lawyer, Roy. He was cool..he gave me lots of candy and stuff. My mother started to look..well..sickly at this time.
1990: My brothers told me I started to play Nintento when I was four. Actually I just mashed all the buttons. Mother was very sick so grandmom moved in with us at the duplex.
1991: I started Kindergarden. I was one of the youngest in my class but that really didn't seem to phase me I guess. Nobody told me that my mother had cancer.
1992: My mother, Sabrina Byrd, died of heart cancer. After that my family seemed to break apart. Frenchon and Phil were getting arrested, Malcolm was in the Navy, Phil Sr. was never around. I had to repeat Kindergarden because;
1. I was younger than most students
2. I wouldn't be mature enough to handle being a first grader
My grandmother was/is my legal guardian.
1993: The only thing I remember about this year is the We are One concert. I loved to sing(still do!).
1994: I started to become a 'bad' student. Not doing my homework, not playing well with others. I was talking to a counsler, helping me get over my mother's death.
1995: I..became a little thief. I shoplifted things, things I will not mention. Never got caught by the cops. I stopped going to a counsler
1996: This was a fun year. I loved vampires, demons, mystical beings. That erked my grandmom(whom I call mom now) to no end. I started to become a better student. Was still in counseling.
1997: My 'step-father' Phil Sr started to say that I wasn't his child. He was never around, so really that didn't hurt me as much......but it still hurt.
1998: Blood test came back to prove that he was right. I wasn't his child. So then I was just existing. Though he wasn't around at all, I still thought that he was my father.
1999: My sister, Wanda wrote me a letter, introducing herself and saying that Herbie Sr is my/our real father. He died when I was six. Wanda visited me, and gave me a computer.
2000: Being in middle school sucked..eh..I started to become more involved with my computer than real life.
2001: High school...ugh. Though my froshmen rocked. GPA was 3.857, I had almost straight A's. Then during that summer I attempted suicide, twice. My mom decided for me to see a psycho-therapist..I mean..psychologist. I have depression and anxiety issues.
2002: Still have depression, sophomore year was a bomb. Not much to say about this year.
2003: I started to go to Day Treatment in December, had to miss 5th, 6th, and 7th hour to go. That place opened up my eyes a little. Still bombing my classes in junior year.
2004: I 'graduated' from Day Treatment in March, feeling a little better about myself and life. Mom is still a hardass, my brothers hardly visit me, and I'm still dealing with depression. Only. One. More. Year.
1987: From what I was told, my mother, my brothers and I moved around a lot in the lower part of Wisconsin.
1988: Again from what I was told, we all lived in a duplex in Janesville while my grandmom was living in some appartment in the same town. Apparently my 'step-father' and my mother split up. Mother had a brain tumor but had it removed safely.
1989: I remember meeting the family lawyer, Roy. He was cool..he gave me lots of candy and stuff. My mother started to look..well..sickly at this time.
1990: My brothers told me I started to play Nintento when I was four. Actually I just mashed all the buttons. Mother was very sick so grandmom moved in with us at the duplex.
1991: I started Kindergarden. I was one of the youngest in my class but that really didn't seem to phase me I guess. Nobody told me that my mother had cancer.
1992: My mother, Sabrina Byrd, died of heart cancer. After that my family seemed to break apart. Frenchon and Phil were getting arrested, Malcolm was in the Navy, Phil Sr. was never around. I had to repeat Kindergarden because;
1. I was younger than most students
2. I wouldn't be mature enough to handle being a first grader
My grandmother was/is my legal guardian.
1993: The only thing I remember about this year is the We are One concert. I loved to sing(still do!).
1994: I started to become a 'bad' student. Not doing my homework, not playing well with others. I was talking to a counsler, helping me get over my mother's death.
1995: I..became a little thief. I shoplifted things, things I will not mention. Never got caught by the cops. I stopped going to a counsler
1996: This was a fun year. I loved vampires, demons, mystical beings. That erked my grandmom(whom I call mom now) to no end. I started to become a better student. Was still in counseling.
1997: My 'step-father' Phil Sr started to say that I wasn't his child. He was never around, so really that didn't hurt me as much......but it still hurt.
1998: Blood test came back to prove that he was right. I wasn't his child. So then I was just existing. Though he wasn't around at all, I still thought that he was my father.
1999: My sister, Wanda wrote me a letter, introducing herself and saying that Herbie Sr is my/our real father. He died when I was six. Wanda visited me, and gave me a computer.
2000: Being in middle school sucked..eh..I started to become more involved with my computer than real life.
2001: High school...ugh. Though my froshmen rocked. GPA was 3.857, I had almost straight A's. Then during that summer I attempted suicide, twice. My mom decided for me to see a psycho-therapist..I mean..psychologist. I have depression and anxiety issues.
2002: Still have depression, sophomore year was a bomb. Not much to say about this year.
2003: I started to go to Day Treatment in December, had to miss 5th, 6th, and 7th hour to go. That place opened up my eyes a little. Still bombing my classes in junior year.
2004: I 'graduated' from Day Treatment in March, feeling a little better about myself and life. Mom is still a hardass, my brothers hardly visit me, and I'm still dealing with depression. Only. One. More. Year.
