My Story

The Beginning

Before I jump right in and reveal all my secrets, I wanted to explain how it came about that I would be such an adventurous traveler. I've been needing a way to write out everything I've been going through, thought Wattpad was a good place to start. I'm pretty sure there's no intense government organization with a Wattpad account, so there's no way they could find me... I hope... 

I was born at a very young age...

Okay, but in all seriousness, I was a pretty normal kid. I had a mom, a dad, and a younger brother. I was raised in Denver, Colorado in a Christian home. Our backyard was beautiful and my best friend lived next door. Our neighborhood was safe and there was an dinner not too far from our house; for many summers we would walk there and invite friends to come along. I remember spending Sunday afternoons there after church. Conversations and laughs were shared across tables. It was a lovely little dinner. I would go back there if I could.  

Well, when I was about twelve, my dad got a job in Michigan. So, my family packed up, and I found myself leaving my perfect childhood behind. Everything seemed to be going fine in our new home. My dad's job payed more than the last, which meant more benefits for us. I was fitting in at my new church and school. My brother and I began to grow in our dreams. I wanted to be a director and or filmer. I discovered YouTube and wanted so bad to be a vlogger. My mom was very kind and accepting, she got me a camera for my thirteenth birthday. 

Now, life is tricky. You can't always explain it, even if you're a writer. But, as circumstances would have it, things started to go down hill from there. People started coming to our church who were very seclusive, which meant my family was all of a sudden being left out of things like small groups and friendships. Students were starting to gossiping about me at school. My dad started coming home from work angry; he would ignore his wife and yell at his children. I didn't know it at the time, but these events were sending me down into a dark depression. I started to have anxiety and dark thoughts filled my mind. There were many sleepless nights. I would lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and thinking about how wrong I was, how stupid I was, all the mistakes I had made, all the regrets I had, I wasn't enough, I was never enough. 

Things kept getting worse, but the more the world shattered around me, the more I began to find God. He was there when no one else was. He picked me up and carried me through the battle. He reminded me of what true joy felt like. He's my friend, my companion, my everything. My dad would says things like, "This is God's fault, none of this would be happening if he was real." But I look up at the stars, and they're evidence enough for me. We live in a fallen world, that's why bad things happen, but God is by our side, fighting our battles, holding our hands, shielding us from the demons, and there's nothing we could do to earn that. He does this because He loves us.

One night, I was sitting outside, marveling at the beautiful sky. Then, I got up, and started walking. Why? I don't know. To where? I don't know. I just knew I had to go. Creation was waiting for me. I needed to explore it.