Way to go, Anno. Hey, I'm a poet!

Celtic, I know you weren't implying anything but honestly, I have to watch myself closely because I don't seem to have a stop button. I couldn't have one glass of wine or one cigarette. It was always the whole bottle or the whole pack. So, there is a connection.

I was on Ritalin during the process of writing my book. It's the only way I can stay truly focused, along with the passion I had for writing my story. If I don't have a project, I don't need it. I just stay scattered.

When I was depressed from this OCD I started thinking that I should have been a miscarriage. First, I was an unwanted pregnancy, was born with crossed eyes and got Scarlet Fever and almost died and then, they found a heart murmer! A lot for a baby to overcome but I did. Add to this a father who screamed and raged at me and a mother who used me for the family scape goat and well...it's been tough but I believe I'm a better person because of all this.