Who is this woman?
I am just me. I love and feel life as it is. I take what comes and do all I can to get through.
This is me, Eivonny. My Name is one of the rare ones. Eivonny is Scottish-Gaelic and means "Warrior in defence". You might think what she wants to defend. There are many things that needs our attention,help and so need to be defended. If we forget the values in life, how can we expect that the next generation to come know about those? If we forget that we are strong, how can we help those who are weaker than us? If we will not be ready to help our families, how can we expect to receive help from them? Every one of us goes through dark times in this life. And so I would like to share mine; but much more importantly, how I rose out of the darkness I was in and into the light.
Lets start with the story of my life. I will update as I find time.
I was born in the mid 70s by two people who thought they could solve their problems by having another child in addition to the two they already had. They named me Yvonne. We lived in a little town and they had a pub of their own. When I was four they decided to build a house in another town. A bigger one where they could have their own hotel. They still didn't know how to solve their problems and so instead of working on them, they created new ones as well as the existing ones. OH no I will not judge them; they were only doing what they thought was the best for everyone. So we all five moved to a new build house where I had a room of my own. 26m² were for my personal use only. I liked to say later that as a child of four, you could get lost on the way from door to bed. My so called parents didn't had much time for their three children though. I found that I had to start early to entertain myself. I also learned fast that I could earn respect of other kids if I am tougher and more mean than them with a “do not cross me” reputation. My father started to drink and beat his wife and children. And so I did the same with all those who didn't do what I wanted them to do. Already in the early age of four years I was known as the kid that you want to be friends with. Because if you were not, you knew I would come rather sooner than later to make your life miserable. I started to beat the kids who were not of my liking, even bullying both mentally and physically the older ones. My mother had to come on a regular base to listen to the complaints of the teacher and parents. This part of my life which I have just told you about; I have no recollection of myself and so I know only through stories told to me by others.