When I was only sixteen I had already made a mess of my life through drugs, and was diagnosed having drug induced psychosis . I was angry, alone, and very sad. My parents were going through a divorce at that time (34 years ago might I add *cough) and they left me in a place called William Roper Hull Home to let me pick up the pieces of my comatosed
brain life. I am what I am because of those unfortunate events, unlike the Game of Thrones but sorta like Brandon Stark who climbed a tower and got pushed out of the window after seeing a brother and sister commit incest, you know what I mean? Instead of being paralyzed from a fall, I fell into a coma for a week and I don’t believe a awoke by a kiss from prince charming either , dang it. I don’t know how or why I woke up just in the nic of time. It happened overseas while I was in boarding school. My dad had to fly me back to Canada so I could get professional help and you had to be awake and aware to board a plane. It’s a good thing I was. Anyway I spent approximately a month in hospital and transferred to William Roper and placed in cottage 3 where girls lived .
You’re probably wondering why I told you this. It’s because before that’d happened, I had a real opportunity to go to school in a convent with nuns!! I wonder what would’ve happened to me if I took the opportunity? I imagine it being a very different but preferable fate, had I chosen that path. I could’ve been able to make something out of my life, only because I’m thinking the nuns might’ve been more helpful and saved me from the wretch that I was.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Only Sixteen.”Tell us all about the person you were when you were sixteen. If you haven’t yet hit sixteen, tell us about the person you want to be at sixteen.