Sorry I didn't do much tweaking with the template, but I loved it as it was.
Fonts: Migraine Serif, Birth of a Hero, fluoxetine
Studio Merideth Fenwick - found at Scrapbookgraphics.com
BG Paper - Legible Set No. 2
Ink Spots - Dot Extraveganza Stamps.
Arrow line from Vibrant Fall Kit
Grunge Frame and Stitch by Vicki Stegall
http://www.oscraps.com/shop/product.php?productid=18415&cat=0&page=1
(I think I'm in love with all of Vicki's grunge frames, I have both sets!! I hope she makes more!!!!)
Template by Taylormade Designs -
http://www.oscraps.com/shop/product.php?productid=18628&cat=287&page=1
Thank you for the template, I love it!
(journaling if you really want to read it.. heh.)
Half of my life I've fought over obstacles, through depression, and around
whatever life threw my way. I was the loner in school, the one no one really
hung around. Acheived invisibility as the song from Kicked off Edison goes. I
spent my time in school seeking out the shy people and showing them from
an outsiders view the good in them, their strengths and positive aspects. One by
one I knocked down their shy walls, taught them to ignore what people had
said, whether it be other peers or what their parents had said. I watched one
after another blossom into their true potential while I silently fought all my
misgivings and failures. I became a 'mother' otherwise known as a big sister to
outsiders, to two gorgeous boys. Since I didn't have friends, didn't do sleep overs
or get invited to anything, it was really not too much of a strain when they were
added to my existance. I got up, fed me and my brothers, we went to school, I
came home, did homework, fed and bathed my brothers and I, went to sleep,
rinse, lather, repeat. At age 14, my innocence was ripped away by my step
grandfather. Some would say it was the luckiest thing for me as my mother
chose to think I was lying, then decided she couldn't handle me and sent me off
to live with my father. I worked at a gas station at that young age in a tiny town
called Manor so that my father and I could eat. He worked long hard hours
extra jobs here and there to save up so that I could be on drill team and attempt
a life as a normal teenager. I was still a loner, still not one of the popular kids
but at least I was doing more normal activities for someone my age. I began to
hope and dream again, something that I hadn't realized I had lost until then. I
survived another three years of sexual assault by yet another family member
after my dad married for love. I tried commiting suicide a number of times with
various methods, once going so far as to take 93 tylenol PM pills in hopes I
would never wake up but was found by my father in time. At age 17, I moved out
and worked as a mechanic for a bowling alley, and a ticket taker for the
redemption area. 18, I married a man who loved me, had my first son, Gaige
Corben who would later die and leave me heartbroken and suicidal once more.
I met another man of whom I've been with for ten years now, I have two beautiful
girls and a handsome son who light up my life. I've fought through depression
and feelings of being unworthy and finally came out on the other side. Once
again I'm fighting, but this time it's not others inflicting pain on me, but instead
my own body. I'm fighting intense headaches and through MRI's, MRA's, MRV's,
cat scans, numerous blood draws and medications, I still have no answer. The
depression is back, I'm terrified of needles, and what might come of me. F is for
fight. f is for fight. No matter what comes, no matter how beaten down I get, I
will fight. I've gotten through worse. That's who I am. I am me. I am Serena.
