The Spiraling, Ridiculously Flawed Logic of an Unmedicated Mind That Seriously Needs to Be Medicated, Like, All the Time
age 7: My parents fight a lot, get divorced and we move from Mountain Village to Anchorage. I do well in all my classes and they want to skip me from first grade to third. My parents said no. I’m obviously not trying hard enough to make them happy.
age 11: My mom meets TEK and gives birth to twins. I like to read a lot, its my only escape from reality.
age 15: I am awkward, wear glasses and start experimenting with things teenagers experiment with and rebel against rules and curfew and The Man. My mom sends me to live with my father on the east coast.
age 18: I graduate high school in honors English with promise of attending Seton Hill and my father tells me, “You’re earning your wings.” Instead, I move back to Anchorage.
age 20: I can’t handle a full-time job and attend UAA full-time. Normal, righteous people should be able to handle all this. I’m obviously not living righteously.
age 25: I fall apart, lose hope, then a miracle occurs that turns it all around. I have a quarter life crisis because I obviously didn’t achieve all my goals.
age 27: I move to Europe, come back to Alaska and get depressed.
age 31: I move to New York, come back to Alaska and finally learning how to deal with my flawed logic.
