Psychotic Princess

The Myth, the Magic, the Woman...

Born June 4th, 1979 at George Washington Hospital. Weighed in at 10 lbs 6 oz. I caused my mom 36 hours of excruciating labor, and she's still got the vericos veins to prove it. I was, as she tells it, the biggest baby in the hospital. People used to come by and look at the "freakishly large baby".

What can I say? I was a month late, I didn't want to come out!

As the story goes, I've lived in Washington, DC for the good majority of my life. When I was a baby my mom moved my brother and I to upstate New York, where my parents are originally from, due to some static between her and my father. It wasn't long before we returned. They were married for 23 years before my father passed away January 10th, 1995. He was 42, I was 15. It was certainly a turning point in my life. This was around the time I picked the nickname Psychotic Princess.

I dropped out of high school, my mom had a new man move in, and I spent a lot of time roaming the streets, writing poetry, and doing a good amount of bad things. I lost a good friend of mine to a drug overdose, and I was surrounded by negativity and ill people. But I was very much loved.

Things finally started to settle down when I was about 18. My mom and her husband moved to Louisiana, and I started to really make a name for myself. I was working in the restaurant business, long long hours, I had my watering hole, and I had my own apartment. I decided to go back to school and get a degree in something I loved, computers. Well, I was still naive, and not too bright, and ended up losing almost everything I'd built up chasing after this one dream of finally being able to walk across the stage in a cap and gown. But I didn't give up. The struggle got harder, and I was forced to take some time off to regain my bearings in Louisiana with my mom.

The situation there wasn't much better for me. So after just 96 days, I returned to DC. It was the longest time I'd ever been away from DC that I was old enough to remember. I remember when the plane was getting ready to land, and I saw the dome of the Capital building, I actually cried tears of joy.

Fast forward through a nasty addiction, the loss of a boyfriend to street violence, friends who sucked the life out of me, and a struggle to convince myself that computers was where I needed to be, and here I am. 26 years old, working for a wonderful Web Hosting company, finally FINALLY gaining my footing again, and moving forward full steam.