[one_half]I am 44 years old. I’ve been married. And then divorced. And then married again. I’ve been diagnosed with depression. Borderline personality disorder. I’ve been in the nuthouse. Twice. I’ve done drugs. I’ve drank to excess. More than once. I’ve cheated on boyfriends. And been cheated on by boyfriends. I’ve been a good friend. And a bad one. I’m raising seven children. Two of them are stepsons. I’ve had very easy births. And one almost deadly one.
I’ve had kids who were really good babies. And really impossible babies. I’ve lost a baby brother to leukemia. I’ve been a good friend, and a bad one. A good wife, and a bad one.[/one_half]
[one_half] I’ve been a serious athlete. And a serious smoker. I’ve fallen on some really hard times financially. Now I don’t have a degree in psychiatry or nutrition or parenting or sports psychology. But I’ve been around the block.
I haven’t done it all. But I’ve done a lot. Been through a lot. And people write in asking me for advice on occasion, because they know, at least on some level, I’ve been there, or I can relate.
>>You can see where I’ve answered my first questions right here
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