Tiff JonMy name is Margaret Dethlefsen Tidwell I was born in December of 1953 to a family of all girls. I was the tomboy in the bunch. My childhood was happy till I was about 9 and I suffered with depression and bullied in my school. From the 9 to 15 years od I cried myself to sleep every night But I excelled after a change in schools and did well, but the depression returned in my 12th grade year. Yet I did graduate with highest honors. I really wanted to join the service, but I got married instead. I had 3 beautiful children and then a unwanted divorce. I tried to support a family of 4 as a construction worker and union painter. I got lot of criticism doing a man's job and harassment went in all the time I just harassed back. A child psychologist said my boys needed a father figure and their father had just remarried so for their honeymoon they got my boys. That really made me sad and later my daughter wanted to live there also to be with her brothers. I joined the Army and served well, achieving the highest rank I could get for my enlistment in one year. Then I had a patient die that I had got to attached to and I had a nervous breakdown. I was told I would never work again but I tried hard to get in my feet to where I could afford to get the children back under my roof. But nobody hires a mental patient. And I got the highest score on a test for nursing school measured for my uniform but when the fall came, they never called me for the class. Years went by and my illness got worse leaving nothing but destruction in my relationship to family and friends. An inability on my part to properly communicate anymore. I suffered from delusions highs into mania and lows and psychosis. I could never let go of the rage I endured losing my children. If only some company would have given me a chance my life would not have turned out such a mess. My family and friends don't even know who I am. I am broken. Read More Read Less