“Great.. now they think they are getting a cookie!”

‘’I also I managed to make things right with my mother. I’m still grateful that she decided to kick me out of the house when I was 17. If I had stayed in old neighborhood I don’t think I would have changed. Things were going better until I found out she was diagnosed with cancer. She received treatment but the medication caused her to have several psychoses. Even though the cancer got removed the medication damaged her entire mental health. Whenever she would have an mental attack she would threaten family members or buy really expensive things which got her in financial trouble. She was no longer who she used to be. Every time she would mess up I was there to fix it. During that time, I picked up my love for fantasy books but this time I started writing stories myself. Again it became a sort of escape. I created a saga which contains out of seven books and it’s about a post apocalyptic world, where the rich people live with the last remaining wealth, several humans have evolved. This evolution enables them to gain animal abilities, without losing their human shape. These so called humanimals, humans and cybernetic enhanced people will fight for the fate of the world. Whenever I write I feel free. After 6 years my mother’s mental health was getting better until we heard that her tumor wasn’t removed properly. The cancer had spread and there was nothing they could do for her. On the 9th of may 2015 she passed away and I still miss her every day.
Over the years I have learned to accept each emotion that comes along. In our society we are not ashamed to smile but it feels like a taboo to cry. I believe that the feeling of happiness is not superior to the feeling of sadness. All emotions have the right to exist within me and I am at peace with all of them.“

When I would use XTC I experienced a certain calmness and things made sense. I was addicted but still I managed to keep my job as an administrative assistant. By the time I turned 21 I realized something had to change. In the meantime, I got in touch with a cousin who I could talk with about my situation. We sometimes talked for hours and he would listen to me. He is a spiritual and peaceful soul and I saw how his attitude impacted people around him in a positive way. It was inspiring and appealing to me. During this period, my drug use decreased and slowly I started to feel a little better. I was working as an administrative assistant and during lunch time I would talk to colleagues in other job positions. Any change I had to ask them for advice I would use. Almost all of them told me to go back to school so I did. I decided to study and become a social worker. I wanted to become the person I so desperately needed when I was growing up with an addicted father. I was doing really well in school and ended up getting my bachelor degree in Pedagogy. Initially I did have to go and see a psychiatrist because my own passed was preventing me from doing my job right. I needed to heal myself first in order to really help other people. Getting help from a professional led me to accept myself for who I am.

(1/3) ‘’I remember he promised to come over for my birthday one time but he never showed up. My father was addicted to drugs and sometimes we wouldn’t hear from him for months. My mother raised my brother, sister and me all by herself. Since I was the eldest, I felt really responsible for my siblings. As a child I would often go to the library. There I discovered fantasy and black magic books which became my escape from reality. I was a smart kid but once puberty came along I became rebellious. I felt misunderstood by the adults around me and I remember being angry all the time. When I turned seventeen my mother was no longer able to handle me. I was doing drugs, I would skip classes and I would fight with my siblings a lot. One day after a huge fight with my little brother my mother said enough and she kicked me out. From that moment l was pretty much on my own..“

(½)I am the first woman who ever motorcycled from the South of India to the North which is a total journey of 5453 kilometers. I have been riding my motor cycle since I was 16 years old but two years ago I decided to make this specific journey. Many people warned me it would be dangerous and they told me not to go. I knew it could be dangerous especially for a girl alone but my motivation was bigger than my fear.

I took a few Martial arts classes before I went and I made sure to carry a knife and pepper spray with me at all times. Luckily I never had to use it. It took me 10 days in total but when I finally arrived at my final destination I felt very little excitement. That was until my family and friends called me to congratulate me and that’s when I realized I had finished. The best part is that other girls are now also making this road trip all by themselves. I’m proud that I have finished but I’m even more proud of the fact that I have opened a door for others.