Creating Kamla.

On November 1st, 1995, I was born. When I was six, my parents got divorced because my father cheated. At the age of 9 I suffered some head trauma after falling off a galloping horse. When I was 10 my father remarried the woman he had cheated with. At the same time my mother was preparing to move to California for school. She was going to attend university and get her master degree. Because of this we had to move in with my father.  His wife wasn’t too fond of us so we actually moved in with my grandmother, who doesn’t seem to like us either. With the move happening, I also had to transfer schools, which made me really upset. It is at this point my father realized I’m super sensitive to everything. Eventually my emotional outburst became too much for him to handle so he transfered me back to my previous school. I finished grade school and went on to junior high. In 7th grade I was molested by a stranger during the carnaval period. Then in 8th grade I failed my year and was transfered to another junior high. During this period my father had consulted my mother about my emotional outbursts and she suggested for me to get a therapist. Starting therapy was difficult and uncomfortable. After a year of testing I was diagnosed with Borderline personality disorder, which was a shock to me since I was always the outcast of the family. I did about 3 years of therapy and can now control my emotions a little more.

My extraordinary father

So movin up to november 2011 my dad was diagnosed with cancer, and in december 2012 he passed away. Because of therapy I had been extremely close with my dad so this was heartbreaking.

My patient mother, my amazing brother and my hilarious sister.

I’ve always been close with my siblings, but the passing of my father really brought us together. I have never been as open with my siblings as I was after 2012. My sister is the most understanding person I know, she really is my better half and my best friend.

My brother is a genius, and also my role model. There is no one I look up to more than my big brother. He has always been so responsible and caring.

My mother, where do I start? As a toddler I was a mess. I would bite, scratch, pinch, I was the child from hell. So of course at the time my siblings hated me. But my mom never gave up. She’s been my support system even now, as an adult, when I’m overwhelmed she’s the one I call, and though I’ve disappointed her many times, she has always been there for me.

My crazy half brother, and a very rude photobomber.

My half brother, though I hate calling him this, is the funniest, silliest, most daring person I know. I hate calling him my half brother because I’ve known him since the day I was born. His mother is great, she’s wonderful and always there when I’m too ashamed to go to my own mother. I love them like blood, because to me that’s exactly what they are.

In 2013 I inherited 14K and blew it out in less than 6 months.This is because I (at the time) had great friends, and we would always go drinking and partying. Eventually we, well I ran out of money, and they didn’t seem to like that I can’t pay for them anymore. After that i failed 10th grade for the second time and had to leave school. I started night school and got a job during the day. It was tough, but it was even tougher to control my money. So now I passed my grade as best of my class and I have a new job. And I’ve set new goals to save money for a car and continue being best of my class for my upcoming year. I hope this year I can learn how to manage my money and I would love for you guys to join me on my journey.


2 thoughts on “Creating Kamla.”

  1. This is one of the greatest lifestories I’ve ever read, though you are one of my closest friends and I already knew a lot about you, I now know you better. I love your optimism. Much love, cuminda mami pa mi ❤


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