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Bam has a minion!

Hope the Grounded Rainbow

Bam

The

Storm Charlie
Owner:

Storm

Age: 9 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: November 25th, 2014

Adopted: 1 year, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 21st, 2022

Statistics

Level: 20
Strength: 20
Defense: 20
Speed: 7
Health: 16
HP: 10/16
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Unemployed

"I don't want to be alone in the darkness"

Hello darkness my old friend, fancy meeting you here.

My childhood was good. Nothing spectacular but good. I grew up in a poorer household. We never had a lot of money to throw around, but my father was a hard worker and I had everything I needed as a child. I did not do without. He would go away for work, and it would be just me and my mom for a while. I always missed him so much when he was gone. I would sleep with his pillow, so I always felt him around me. To tell the truth I think he missed me just as much or he felt bad for missing time with me as a child. He always brought me something cool to play with. I remember one time he brought me a brand-new handheld game system that had just came out and a game to go with it. I was so shocked and excited because my birthday was only a month away and he could have waited to get me something so expensive. I had everything that made childhood worth living. I was always grateful for my parents for making the best of what they had for me. We never went hungy, there was always food on our table. My parents were always there for other members of the family as well, even though we didn't have a lot to spare. Our door was always open to someone in need.

It wasn't until I started to grow up, I became very introverted and a recluse. I didn't have many friends and I was not a very social person. I grew used to being by myself. My father always encouraged me to come out of my shell, go hang out with people, make friends. It was never easy for me, and it was then, at that time of my life I realized I may have a bit of an issue. Depression had started to settle on in. I managed to finish school with no issues and then move on to university level study. I chose to be a registered nurse. I got to my second semester and my dad had taken a massive heart attack and passed away. The depression ate away at my soul, I was completely traumatized by the whole thing. I had given my dad CPR until the ambulance had shown up. The doctors told me if I had not done what I dead he would have been DOA. I found some comfort in knowing that I somehow helped my father at what had to have been the most painful moment of his life. However, it did not change the fact that he had died. I was able to get my nursing exams deferred and I completed my semester with all passing marks. I would not let this ruin me because I know that dad would not have wanted that for me. He always told me to get an education and get a job that you will enjoy doing. Therefore, I persevered. When I went back none of my classmates had expected to see me but they were so amazed at the strength I had in order to stay in the program.

I later realized that another problem was on the horizon. Being already introverted I started to develop strong signs of anxiety. I always had a little anxiety when it came to social situations and being in front of crowds. However, it had now gotten so bad that I could no longer finish my dream of becoming a registered nurse. I got to my preceptorship of 4th year, and I couldn't do it. Ironically enough I chose to be on the mental health floor and pursue mental health nursing. I couldn't do it, the stress combined with my own mental health was not something that I could do. I quit, moved pass it and finally decided that I would be a licensed practical nurse instead. So with most of my courses completed I went to the LPN program passed and became a Licensed Practical Nurse. I love my job and I am so proud to be a nurse.

But here's where darkness creeps up again. Just one storm after the other. I met my first boyfriend through a friend. I was 25 at the time and never had any prior relationships. He was so amazing...at first. He was handsome, charming, fun, and could always make me laugh. Sounds amazing right? Yeah, I thought so too, until one morning (about 3 months in) I cooked his eggs and there was a tiny piece of shell that I had missed. The plate that the eggs was on sailed across the room, hit a wall and combusted into a thousand pieces. I was then told to clean it up and to avoid having to clean it up again he suggested there be no more eggshells in his eggs when I cooked them. At the time I remember feeling scared and overwhelmed. Not sure what else to do I listened to him. We were together for 4 years, there were many more plates of food, beer bottles, appliances, pots and pans thrown in those 4 years. I suffered many days in depression and anxiety. Walking on eggshells both literally and figuratively. Then there were the 2 black eyes, the leg slammed in the car door, the gash from having car keys threw at my head and many more bumps and bruises. Ever been grabbed by the neck and slammed to the ground? I still have the scars on my back from being slammed down on top of broken beer bottles that he had broken earlier that day. This also happened twice more. Once on the grass outside and once in the snow. I was abandoned in a strange town with my small puppy while on a quad trip as well. I had to be taken back home by strangers who offered me help after seeing how I was being treated. There is so much I could say about my time with this abusive character but the only thing that helped me leave his ass was my daughter. Yes I ended up pregnant, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and no he has never had the pleasure to be around her. If he could treat me that way what the hell would he do to someone who was helpless like a baby. I did not stick around to find out. So 4 years ended with my mother helping raise my child and me with a serious marijuana problem.

I continued to smoke weed for a while after settling back in at my mother's house. I was more and more depressed because I didn't know where my life was going. I was a single parent who lost her job because of an abuser who got me hooked on drugs and was considered an unfit mother. So, I changed my life. I got help from a therapist, I slowly weaned myself off of my crutch, the marijuana. I met somebody new and life has never been better. He is excellent with my daughter and treats her like gold as he does with me. I still struggle some days with my depression and anxiety, but I am much healthier than I was. I have been medicated for my mental issues and I have become a stable person in my child's life. I can't wait to see what the future holds now instead of wondering is this the day I'm going to end it all. Seeing my daughter happy is my main concern in life. I will go back and be a nurse someday and I will have my life totally back on track.

Storms never last, when you do get caught up in them just bring your raincoat and persevere. You will get through this, I promise.

Bam is the nickname I took after my biggest storms. Bam's story is a true one. It is my (Storm's) story. It is not finished yet as I still have a lot of life left to live. It is here as a reminder to me and to everyone else that this too shall pass.

Just keep your chin up and wait for the storm to pass.