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[20 Nov 2011|08:14pm] |
Sara Jennings was born Sara Tedesco on December 3rd, 1989 in Chapel Hill, NC as the oldest of two children. His mother was a school teacher who later turned bar owner while her father was a workaholic businessman. They were two people who made absolutely no sense together but found each other despite. Later, thier differences would be what tore them apart, but for most of her childhood, it was the best of both worlds. She had her mom to bake cookies with and decorate for Christmas while she had her dad to help her with her homework and give her spending money by doing something simple like highlighting his papers. Her brother was her best friend in the entire world. It was hard to find one without the other. He was the one person she could tell all his secrets to.
Sara was a pretty happy child. She would have her days when she didn't feel so good, but nothing shocking to an average child. She lived for the holidays. She would always want to put the Christmas tree up before Thanksgiving had even come. She loved the lights. Her mother and her would spend hours just driving around different neighborhoods to look at the different displays. The family always lived in an apartment so extravagant displays were never really an option. Sara was in the fifth grade when the family finally settled into a house and sure enough, the first Christmas in thier new home, Sara and her mother had an inflatable santa and a Snoopy snowglobe. Sara loved to cook with her mother, learning recipes so she could repeat them when she was older. She was incredibly active, walking everywhere her little legs would allow and biking to Dairy Queen to treat her brother to ice cream...with thier parents' money of course.
But when Sara hit puberty, something changed in her. One minute, she would be happy and outgoing and the next, she would curse the world and lock herself away in her room. Her parents just assumed it was the craziness of puberty and let it run its course, but as she got older, her manic depression got worse. When she was up, she would be hyper and have more energy than anyone knew how to deal with. When she was down, she would spend hours in her room, refusing to eat or talk to anyone. She would fight with her parent and her brother because they would want to know what was wrong and she couldn't communicate it to them. Finally, her father had enough and took her to the doctor where she was offficially diagnosed with manic deperession. She was given meds and recommended to a therapist. She seemed to find a good balance. She was actually feeling normal.
Then when she was 18, her parents divorced and her father left, taking her brother with him. She tried to call him only to get rejected by her father. She was emotionally exhausted and it caused her to go off her meds and start cancelling sessions with her therapist. She felt fine without the meds and she didn't want to talk about her parents' divorce. She couldn't take her therapist trying to talk her through it when she really didn't have a clue what Sara was feeling. A couple months passed with her skipping medication and cancelling appointments. Whenever her mother asked, Sara just told her that she was busy with school and that she would start going once things settled down, but by then, she had gone off her meds completely. A few weeks later, her mother was called to the hospital after Sara experienced an emotional breakdown in the middle of class. Going off the meds cold turkey had done a number on Sara's mental and emotional state.
Sara spent a week in the hospital, getting herself back on track with her meds and working her way through the issues that brought her to that point. Once she got out, she was ready to get back to her life and start making up the things she missed due to her stupidity. She and her mother worked with the dean and her professors so that she could make up her work and get back to class without rumor spreading. She focused on her schoolwork for the rest of her freshman year, deciding to wait until her sophomore year to get involved in activities. She went out for the radio and tried out for cheerleading, being a cheerleader in high school. It felt good to have her plate full and to make new friends in the process. She felt like she was starting to get back to her old self. A year later, she has found a good balance that makes her happy.
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