I have always been defined by my family so now I am reaching out and trying to discover who I really am. I am hoping through writing to find the person that has been buried for so many years just taking care of everyone else. What I do know; I am 52 years old, with two children and four grandchildren. I have worked all my life in finances and have done so to make a living not because I have a passion for it.
My passion is ...
Trying to make this world a kinder one
I know too much about ...
nothing
My parents always told me ...
It takes two to start a fight (I don't believe it)
My childhood ambition ...
Nurse
My favorite memory ...
The lake
Why I write ...
It helps me sort my thoughts
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
quiet
My first job ...
Car Hop
My best moment ...
When he smiled at me
My inspiration ...
Love
I went to my doctor; Dr. "H" the other day because I was having a mini break-down. I was feeling anxious all the time and not sleeping. I was expecting a quick fix, maybe some pills to help. Dr. "H" saw beyond my initial stress and didn't give me pills, instead he gave me the names of a few Psychologists. My appointment was booked and in apprehension I spent an hour trying on different outfits, putting on make-up, doing my hair etc. I wanted to appear together, not someone emotionally distraught, so she could see that I deserved a normal life. I wanted to pretend that all the abuse that ha...
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