At fifteen years of age, my creativity was cut short, my sanity compromised. A close biological relative made me see a psychiatrist. Today I am diagnosed with five axes of psychological disorders. I am dependent on US Social Security income, but at nearly 26 years of age, I am having a revelation. I went back to school this summer for Neuroscience, a new-found love. A hard love from one that was stagnant for nearly 6 years. I am labeled a leech by taxpayers, but I yearn to be self-sufficient and independent despite my disorders. I am a creative writer, Astronomy-loving, Neuroscience-yearning, near Associate degree Pre-Professional Psychology major. One class for nearly 6 years holds me back from that Associates. I’m going to go against the grain, try and take my life back, retake my last course, and graduate with a degree. I am a alternative individual, as you can see. I have piercings, strange haircuts, and eccentric tattoos. Nothing will keep me down. I’m a Waspi Girl because I will fight, no matter what anyone says, or what anyone thinks of me.
Photo credit: Enchanted Vanity 2009