Kimberly

Every time I blog, I tell you guys about my wonderful D's.  I shed a little light on our day-to-day.  The light is usually a very pretty one.  Today, I'm switching it up a little.  I'm going to tell y'all a little about myself.  I've decided that from this day forward, that I will not not only talk about the present but also the past.  It made me who I am today and I like me.  So from now on you get the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Here goes...

Hey.  I'm Kimberly, daughter of a disabled mother and a father whom I don't know.  Little sister to Joey and big sister to Anthony and Jennifer. I'm a sinner saved by the grace of God.  I'm twenty eight years old.  I'm married to the love of my life and best friend, Steven.

 
I am a mother to three living babies Devan, Dominick, and Diamond.  I also have three angels in heaven.  A daughter that I gave birth to in the bathroom when I was 16.  Doctors say I was between seventeen and nineteen weeks along.  I didn't know I was pregnant or in labor with her.  I don't remember much about her.  I think it's because I tried so hard to forget.  Sometimes I try to remember details about her but I guess my heart isn't ready because I can't.  The only thing I remember is how bad it hurt.  My heart.

The other two were a set of twins.  I lost them at twelve weeks.  Devan was only about 5 months old.  Believe it or not, I was actually sort of relieved when I miscarried.  Am I relieved now? No.  Absolutely not, I still grieve them.

My little girl child hood was taken away from me at the ripe old age of eight.  I was award of the state from the time I was ten until the day I turned eighteen.

Between fifteen and seventeen I tried almost every drug {legal or illegal}that I knew of.  Thankfully, I didn't develop an addiction to any of them.  I started smoking cigarettes when I was fifteen.  I quit when I was twenty two.

I was baptized into Christ on a cold, rainy December night when I was twenty-two. (YAY!!!)

After my first born, I battled PPD.  The depression never went away.  As a matter of fact, it got worse with every child.  I didn't fully recover from PPD until March of this year.  I want to get out of bed now.  I want to be a part of social gatherings.  I'm still battling depression, but I'm getting better.

So, there we go.  A little bit of quality information about myself.

Anyone wanna talk?