You could say I have issues - baggage as it were. I wasn't raised in a typical household. My father's a paranoid schizophrenic. He moved out when I was seven, but still hung around. My mom's bipolar with issues too numerous to list in a single blog entry. The rest of my family, and it is a very large family, is similarly colorful, running the gambit of mental illness. Myself, I've been diagnosed with social anxiety/social phobia.
I'm getting married in 8 months and my fiance and I plan to start a family of our own - a normal, functional family. Before I can do that, I need to understand how my upbringing has impacted my life. I'm going to use this blog to write short stories about my life, my childhood, and growing up in a crazy, loving, fun and dysfunctional American family. Perhaps that'll help me come to terms with who I am, where I came from and where I'm going.
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