Hello.

I normal post on here picture that I have taken and explained what is going on in them, but this post is going to be a little different.

I just want to start this off with, I really hate when people say, “I know how you are feeling.”, “I know what you are going through.”. It is like no you don’t, you have know idea half the stuff that I have been through or am dealing with.

I am going to talk about my life and what I have been through in it. I know your thinking Elizabeth your only 19 how much thing could you really deal with in your short amount that you have lived. While the answer is a lot.

I start off from the beginning of my life. I was born September 29,1997 to Sherrie and Rodger hunter. I had one older sister at the time. Three years later my mom had another baby, my little sister. Growing up I don’t remember all the details, but the main important, traumatic ones. Likes one summer felling off the roof of my dads old blue Chevy truck because of my cousin was spraying me with the hose and I did not like it and another summer of me cutting my ankle open on a car radiator that was leaning up against the house. Those happened a few summers apart (I think a least). I remember the time I stuck a Q-tip so far down my little sister’s ear that it made it bleed and she had to go to the hospital. I remember the first time we had to move and we had a metal bunk bed and my mom was trying to move it and put her feet through the walls. the next house we lived in, so only for a few months to a year, (I think) but the one year for Christmas we got a dog, but we had to give her away when we to the house we are living in now. This is where I remember a lot more things that have happened in my life. This was about the last after of third grade. In third grade of this new school, I was a B*tch, but I thought it was cool and that’s how I would make new friends because that’s I was in my old school. I did not realize that is not how you made friends. I remember the first time riding the bus was coming home from school and we got lost because we didn’t know what part of the road we lived on or are address. Fourth grade to sixth grade was hard because this is when I thought no one liked me in school and everyone hated me. I stayed in the “shadows” of the school, I did everything by myself and hated working in groups. At the end of sixth grade things stared looking up for me, I met my best friend still to this day Brittany and she made me see that not everyone in the school hated me. They didn’t talk to because of what I did in third grade and thought that was how I truly was. In middle school it got better, I did not let what people were saying effect me. There were a few things some people say that did effect me and it affected me really badly.

High school is where a lot of thing changed and a lot stayed the same, but I will get back to that in a second because I want to talk the major things that happened to me between third grade and eighth grade.

In this time period I broke a bone in the summer, I was in a boot thing for the whole summer and didn’t do anything fun. In May of 2010 I lost my grandfather, all of a sudden. He had a heart attack while driving the car with my grandmother and aunt in the car. I remember the weekend before planting flowers on his mother’s grave. I never was emotional around thing time because I thought I had to be the rock of the family and keep everyone together and be strong for my grandmother. Also around this time my parents told us girls some horrifying news about my father’s health. (I’ll get back to this a little later)

Okay so high school (yay fun times!), my first two years I got to experience with my sister, which was fun. I didn’t really get “bullied” in these two year, but there were a few people that would say a few things here and there, but most everyone know how my sister was and did not want any problems with her because she was 6 foot and not anyone to mess with. After she graduated I was on my own to fight the world of high school. Things happened in these next two years that changed me for the bad. I finally had an emotional break down from my grandfather’s death. The one main thing that affected my life was when someone on my bus told me in a note that the world would be a better place without you. I thought about this a lot and I actually thought about doing it a lot of times. Think that it would be better for my family if I wasn’t here causing them trouble in life and how happy people would be if I just killed myself and be done with it.

There were good thing that happened in high school to, my aunt had three beautiful children that made up half of my world and then another beautiful child this pass October.

There are a few more things that happened from the end of high school to the beginning of college, but I think it is best that I don’t say them because of reasons that should not be said and bringing up bad things.

So college, my first year was not the best thing ever. I lived with people that were not good for me and brought me down, saying negative thing to me and about me, thinking that I could not hear them. So I stayed by myself, hiding away in my room from the world. at the end of Christmas, I realized how bad my father was and I fell into a depressed state and on top of my roommates I didn’t do to well in school that following semester.

During the summer in between my first and second year, I started to see a counselor, in was helping a lot getting things out that I have been bottling up for years and years.

My second year, has been amazing so far. I have an amazing roommate that has brought a lot of amazing people into my life. This includes my second family, breakthrough united, the bible study group that meets in my room every Thursday night. At first I didn’t think I was going to like it, but I absolutely love it, everyone was so welcoming and loving. It made me feel welcome of the first time in a long time. I have also began going to church. In the begin of this school year I didn’t want to stop seeing a counselor, so I started seeing on of the counselors that was here on campus.

So to get back to my father, he is the main reason I’m writing this because he posted something on Facebook telling everyone, his health problems. So seven or eight years ago my parents told us that my father had an incurable disease and he was dying.

This is his post and I feel that he does a lot better explaining what is going on then I could. This should be a story by itself.

I explaining this because this was a huge thing that effected my life. I never really told anyone what was happening at home that my father was dying.

So back in high school, junior year of school, I took care of him every morning before I got myself ready for school. Every morning I woke him up (that’s if he wasn’t up before us or didn’t go to bed the previous night), but I made sure I got him his breakfast and while he was eating I went and started to get myself ready for school. By the time I was almost done getting ready he would be done with his breakfast and would take care of his bowl and get him water so he could take his pills. I made sure he took his pills every morning and fill his water glass back up with water before leaving for school. While taking care of him I learned how to get dressed and ready in 5 minutes or less, to be able to spend some time with him before school. So I going to be extremely honest, I dreaded having to wake him up in the morning because I feared the fact that one of those mornings he would not have woken up. I fear that day of having to be the one to find my father dead in his bed. It took a big toll on me.

Im writing this because of my father post and what I have been through in my life so far because I know that everything that has happened in my passed has only helped me be the person that I am today and that I will be.