Family is a lot like fudge—mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
1~24~2012...This is a photo of my beautiful family. I love them all so much. Even during those times we fight, I don’t stop loving them. Sure we say things we don’t mean, of course we forgive each other because we are a family. And that’s just what families do. Atleast… that’s what they should do. Without my mom, my dad, and my sister, I wouldn’t have accomplished as much as I have, let alone even be alive to this day. I remember when I was 12 I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. Since that day I knew my life would be tough. I planned on my 15th or 16th birthday that I was going to kill myself. I had it all planned out. I never thought I would have done some of things I am doing today. I never would have thought I’d make it this far. But here I am, I graduated high school, I graduated many other classes, I am getting my license to drive, I am getting a job as a teacher’s assistant working with people and showing them how to use art as therapy, and I am turning 21 on Feb. 16th. My family, is my miracle. I don’t necessarily believe in God, but I believe in a higher power. And that higher power as blessed me with these people I call my family. Thank you mom, thank you dad, and thank you Ashley. ILY ALL SO MUCH!!