melissaoverman-blog

[melissaoverman-blog]

All About Me.

Let me start with the basics. 

My name is Melissa Overman and I’m about 2 weeks shy of 29 (writing this). Overman is my third last name by age 23. Maiden name is Becker. First new last name Norton. Now... Overman. At least they were all relatively easy. 

I grew up in a “small town” area. Everyone you meet is related to someone you know, or knows someone you’re related to, or knows your first grade teacher who’s retired, but still subbing because honestly... there’s not much else to do. In the Wyoming Valley, we are known for our pizza, our drug overdoses, and the fact that Scranton has a really large celebration for Saint Patrick’s Day where bars open at 7am and close at 2am... Just for that day. 

To explain the context of my family has always been rather complicated. I have a mom. My mom raised my two full sisters and I when she divorced my alcoholic bio-dad and he left us. All of us. I have a half sister I never met from his first marriage, a half sister and brother from his second, and my mom was his final. I have a father. “Step Father”, to be accurate, but he’s my father, and a step brother. To me... they are all my brothers and my sisters, but to explain how it all works always seems to be a complex discussion. I have three nieces and three nephews. 

I have a four year old daughter and he name is Brooke. To say she is my world is an understatement. To say she is just like me is a lie, because I see myself and her father in her. The only reason my last name is still Overman is because it’s her last name... and quite honestly, I’m on the road to bio-dad and I’m totally fine never getting married again.

By the age of 25, I was a mom, a wife (for a second time), and in 2014 I made, personally, about 70k. Pretty much unheard of in this area for someone who doesn’t have a degree, let alone barely finished an entire semester of college. 

Shortly after turning 25, I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Major Depressive Disorder. Three and a half years later, I still get those reminders that I still have a very long road ahead of me. 

Shortly after turning 26... I was a survivor of domestic violence. That’s a whole other “one of these days” blogs. Right now, it’s just telling all of you who I actually am.

At 28... I suffered a major episode of anxiety followed by one of the deepest depression episodes of my life. Majority of March 2017... I hardly left my home. Then... I chose to start a business. I lost my youngest sister with that decisions, but to be honest, she has a tendency to be a bit of a... self righteous bitch, for a lack of a better way to put it, so it wasn’t entirely a loss. For someone to tell someone who has actually been diagnosed with a depression disorder that they question their own life just to downsize the fact that they literally have an actual disease is not entirely the type of person I want in my life anyway. 

I’m turning 29 in two weeks. Every time I find myself getting out of a “relationship”, I end up with another cat. My daughter blows my mind. I’m a business owner before my dirty thirty. I have a new-found attraction to gingers. My “abuser” is currently one of the greatest friends I could possibly ask for. My entire family thinks I’m insane.

When everyone else takes the straight and narrow, I find the hardest way to still go that way, but learn every possible lesson from every pothole (because it’s COMPLETELY normal around here) I hit along the way. I enjoy life, but I still feel. I put myself in really fucked up situations. As one of my best friends just said to me yesterday “you literally find the biggest assholes to fall in love with” and she’s pretty right about that. 

Everything I write will have it’s own meaning. I’ve been told I’m a pretty good writer.. another “wasted” talent, as some people would say, but again... I never take the easy way out. The past ten years of my life... there was one subject I made sure to major in that didn’t have me sitting behind a desk reading books and writing reports.

I majored in experience, love, loss, fear, problems, solutions, adventure, craziness.. I mean, it goes on and on...

Because I’m majored in life. And life isn’t over until it’s over. 

Nice to meet you. I’m Melissa.