The Beginning

She was 17; still in high school. It was evident that something was not right... something that no one would ever be able to fix... not even her. Tayrn was a very smart student and was a very good person. However, she began to have horrible horrible occurences. (She would hear voices and see things that weren't even there). Tayrn's mom began to notice that something was not right--not right at all, and at first she thought it could be drugs. It wasn't drugs but rather something taking over her... that well... would affect her the rest of her life. It was so horrible most people just called her crazy... it was embarrassing. She would never fully be able to take care of herself.... and it hurt. She did graduate from a high school in a small town in Iowa.

I was 21, pregnant with my first baby, and I was so in love. I married William Derriel Freeman, and it was great... He started being terrible though--after we were married in a local church. He left right before the baby was born... a baby so beautiful... i'd never laid eyes on anything so beautiful as my baby girl Tiffany. I did everything in my power to make her safe and in a way I was extremely afraid of losing her... someone taking her away from me... my mother and father telling me I was not able to take care of her as she should be taken care of... but I loved her so much I COULD NEVER HURT HER!

Besides hitchhiking my way down to Florida and my mom thinking i'd run away and filing a missing person.... everything was going good for the time being. I still occasionally felt stuff that most don't even dream of and it was totally unexplainable.... it scared me... scared me so bad.... I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to take care of my baby girl--that I loved so much. Sometimes I was afraid that family services would take her away from me and I became even more overprotective.

Well, a few years later I had another daughter--Danity... she was another little blessing that I was scared to lose.... I wanted so much to be able to take care of both of them I worked as hard as I could although I tended to go through jobs rather quickly... and I agree I was not always as reliable as I should have been but I tried so hard... for most it would be a pathetic try. (For me it was my all... everything I could muster to give of me). It was so hard and in a way I didn't really want people to treat me like I was sick so I just didn't take medicine... I stayed out of the hospitals that i'd be in and out of on several different occasions.