A new day had arrived, (I didn’t sleep much that night, but I knew I needed to get up shower and try to eat something if I was going to succeed with this venture to change my life
While having breakfast, I decided the first thing I was going to do was change my looks, so off to the hair salon, which I had never used before, as my parents cut my hair like putting a pot on my head.
I had a perm done, it was nice, not ugly hair, no straight drab hair now, I looked at myself, yes I was a new person, I hardly recognize myself.
I looked like a princess and even though I thought it myself “I looked Beautiful” it gave me confidence.
I had been talking to the lady that was doing my hair and asked her if she knew a place where I could get a job and a place to live.
Before I left the hair salon, she gave me the name of a place, as soon as my hair was dry,
with my new found body, I was off applying for the job.
Yes, I got the job, a kitchen maid in a hotel, which had a live in accommodation, a room all for myself, which I had never had in my 18 years of living.
I start my job the next morning, and really like it, I was used to making toast, washing dishes, cleaning up the kitchen, it didn’t worry me the main thing I was earning money so I could support myself.
But wouldn’t you know it things were going to change I wasn’t that lucky.
Now Trouble was Coming
My parents found out the next day where I was because one of the girls that worked in the office at the hotel, come from my hometown, which there was a buzz about me running away from home.
The second day after running away from home my parents had the police knocking on my door.
As I was eighteen had a paying job and a roof over my head the police couldn’t return me home.
But my parents wouldn’t leave me alone.
I wasn’t sleeping, have trouble with my monthlies (Periods) excesses bleeding (which I found out many years later that I had (Von Williebrands disease) Factor eight missing in my blood, it is a bleeding disorder. It affects your blood’s ability to clot. If your blood doesn’t clot, you can have heavy, hard-to-stop bleeding.
There was nothing I could do to stop the bleeding if I was going to keep my job, I had to go to the doctor for help.
Anywaythe doctor gave me some sleeping pills because of not sleeping with my stress.
That was the worst thing that could have happened to me.
As a week had passed since I left home, I decided, I had had enough, yes I overdosed on the sleeping pills, about midnight on my eighth day after running away from home, I was terribly stress, i don’t even remember going to bed.
The next day or was it the next day as I have a feeling I had a day off from work.
The first thing I remembered after taking those pills, was someone banging on my door as it was locked on the inside no one could get it.
I should have been at work, they had woke me up.
I had been saved from that over-dosing because I had been very sick, my bed was a mess, I try to get up. I couldn’t even stand I was totally, (what’s the word) drunk.
The staff had another key to the door and used that.
I don’t remember much about the next two days as someone must have clean me up and changed my bed, I just slept and someone kept coming in and checking me out as I remembered voices.
After I was better, I asked how come I wasn’t return home to my parents, the lady that knew me from the office of that hotel, knew the kind of life I lived, she had arranged for someone to look after me until I was fit to work again, she told me I was very lucky to have survived and wanted to help me, which she did.
My parents never found out what I had done.