I posted on here about a year ago about the difficulties I was having in my life, & I'm pleased to announce that things are so much better than they were 18 months ago. In July 2012, I lost my home & was forced to live in my car. I lived there for a total of 564 days. As I spent more & more time in my car, I became extremely depressed & contemplated suicide. Then one day, I was going through all of my belongings (which I'd been forced to put into storage) & I spotted Mr. King's novel, Rose Madder. I had read it only the one time, when I initially purchased it, & I decided to grab it & give it another read. Rose's story affected me in a way that my initial reading of it hadn't. Rose's powerful tale was mesmerizing. She overcame her fears, her loneliness, her helplessness...it was utterly inspiring. I went back to my storage unit the very next day & grabbed the next 5 King novels I could find. I continued doing that until I'd re-read every King novel I owned (which is all but maybe 2 or 3 of them). Those few months of re-reading his books brought me joy that I hadn't felt in ages. I even discovered that I'd purchased Lisey's Story & never actually READ it, so imagine my delight at having a "new" King novel to read!
In March of 2013, I discovered I was pregnant. Nine days later, I lost the baby. I had lost one previously, so losing one again was extremely difficult, but because I was homeless (and on birth control!), I decided that maybe it was for the best. Bringing a child into the world in the condition I was in was not ideal. However, a short time later, divine intervention decided to bless me with ANOTHER pregnancy, & this one decided to stick. It was not without its difficulties, though. I was hospitalized 3 times, I developed gestational diabetes, I retained 21lbs of water, I somehow managed to get an infection in my finger that got so bad it almost had to be amputated, & my blood pressure shot through the roof. I also managed to vomit & poop myself on more than one occasion, so cleaning THAT up whilst living in your car is a real treat. Oh yeah, I was still homeless. I remained homeless for the entire duration of my pregnancy. But I didn't feel as helpless & as scared as I had before. I had the baby growing inside me to keep me company (and she let her presence be known quite often with horrible kicks to my ribs & bouncing on my bladder) & my boyfriend was doing everything he could to take care of me (he lived 100 miles away though, so visits were difficult). I jumped on my laptop often & came to this website (thank you, McDonald's Wifi!) & read tons of different stories & threads & opinions & news bits & everything else. The members of this site really put a smile on my face on days when I didn't feel like smiling, & I will forever be grateful for that. My boyfriend purchased Doctor Sleep for me as an early Christmas present, & I didn't even try to read it slow. I poured through it in 2 days & then immediately read it again. On January 17th, 2014, the day of my & my bf's anniversary, our daughter Madeleine Jane was born. She was a healthy 7lbs, 7oz, & she came out with an overabundance of hair. I call her my lucky baby. All those 7's on her day of birth, & the fact that her mother was in a less-than-ideal living situation, & she managed to come out perfect & healthy. My bf & I managed to find a place to rent a room, & here we have been ever since.
Did Stephen King LITERALLY save my life? No. He didn't jump into a body of water & save me from drowning, & he didn't run into a burning building & carry me out. What he did was write novels & short stories that made me laugh, angry, cry, think, & most of all, made me BELIEVE that things COULD get better. Is it weird to hope that vampires are real, because I'd love for one to take a chomp out of King's neck & make him immortal. That way, he could write forever & bless us with new, exciting & entertaining stories until the end of time.
My "tale" is finished. Thanks to all of you who took the time to read this, & a special thanks to Stephen King. I don't know if he'll ever read this, but I'm glad I got to share this story regardless. Thank you for saving my life, Mr. King. This Constant Reader is forever in your debt.
In March of 2013, I discovered I was pregnant. Nine days later, I lost the baby. I had lost one previously, so losing one again was extremely difficult, but because I was homeless (and on birth control!), I decided that maybe it was for the best. Bringing a child into the world in the condition I was in was not ideal. However, a short time later, divine intervention decided to bless me with ANOTHER pregnancy, & this one decided to stick. It was not without its difficulties, though. I was hospitalized 3 times, I developed gestational diabetes, I retained 21lbs of water, I somehow managed to get an infection in my finger that got so bad it almost had to be amputated, & my blood pressure shot through the roof. I also managed to vomit & poop myself on more than one occasion, so cleaning THAT up whilst living in your car is a real treat. Oh yeah, I was still homeless. I remained homeless for the entire duration of my pregnancy. But I didn't feel as helpless & as scared as I had before. I had the baby growing inside me to keep me company (and she let her presence be known quite often with horrible kicks to my ribs & bouncing on my bladder) & my boyfriend was doing everything he could to take care of me (he lived 100 miles away though, so visits were difficult). I jumped on my laptop often & came to this website (thank you, McDonald's Wifi!) & read tons of different stories & threads & opinions & news bits & everything else. The members of this site really put a smile on my face on days when I didn't feel like smiling, & I will forever be grateful for that. My boyfriend purchased Doctor Sleep for me as an early Christmas present, & I didn't even try to read it slow. I poured through it in 2 days & then immediately read it again. On January 17th, 2014, the day of my & my bf's anniversary, our daughter Madeleine Jane was born. She was a healthy 7lbs, 7oz, & she came out with an overabundance of hair. I call her my lucky baby. All those 7's on her day of birth, & the fact that her mother was in a less-than-ideal living situation, & she managed to come out perfect & healthy. My bf & I managed to find a place to rent a room, & here we have been ever since.
Did Stephen King LITERALLY save my life? No. He didn't jump into a body of water & save me from drowning, & he didn't run into a burning building & carry me out. What he did was write novels & short stories that made me laugh, angry, cry, think, & most of all, made me BELIEVE that things COULD get better. Is it weird to hope that vampires are real, because I'd love for one to take a chomp out of King's neck & make him immortal. That way, he could write forever & bless us with new, exciting & entertaining stories until the end of time.
My "tale" is finished. Thanks to all of you who took the time to read this, & a special thanks to Stephen King. I don't know if he'll ever read this, but I'm glad I got to share this story regardless. Thank you for saving my life, Mr. King. This Constant Reader is forever in your debt.