At Age 12    

At age 12 I began to feel increasing inner turmoil, agitation, anxiety and confusion. I just didn't like myself at all and constantly visualized how it would be wonderful to be someone else. It didn't get better, and I didn't know   how to talk about it. I acted out very badly until I spent 120 days in a juvenile detention facility. There I came back to the Lord and started to seek the counsel of God, knowing my only hope was in Him. I actually improved while  in there because of the structured life and daily exercise. I toughened up while I was in there and my self confidence increased. That confidence was short lived as the first signs of Narcolepsy began to show up. I went to a few  of the supervisors in the facility about how my dreams were getting overly vivid and full of emotion, waking up exhausted every morning. The answers I received were idiotic at best so I kept it to myself. Narcolepsy is a malfunction  of the sleep synapses in the brain triggering erratic and bizarre symptoms such as sleep paralysis where you wake up and can't move or auditory hallucinations that wake you up. Sometimes they are so loud I wake up in intense fear. It sounds like a wrecking ball hitting the house. Two years after onset, Cataplexy took hold; sudden loss of strength and muscle tone from a surprise emotion like anger or too much laughter and you just go limp, get a little confused followed by sleepiness. It all came crashing down in my second year of college. I just laid down and didn't get up for 3 weeks. My friends came in one by one and said, "Get up! Get up!", but I couldn't. From that point on a very  destructive stronghold of dependency took hold of my life that I would fight for many years with very little money, and no support system.