Meet the Author
Miss Morganne Devney
It's kind of like when sassy & sarcastic, spacey & secluded, humble & high maintenance, witty & wise, blunt, bratty, & bipolar are all shoved into one human being. Well, without further ado, welcome to my life.
I beat to my own drum. Predictable is boring, beautiful. Dare to be different. Be unpredictable. Give them something to talk about. I'm the most awkwardly preppy nerd you'll ever meet. I have my own back. God is the only one I trust, & that's enough for me.
My blogs will tend to be a little on the rough side. I hope they don't offend anyone directly. I have been through absolute hell the last five years, (definitely partly self-inflicted), but hell is an understatement. What I've learned, is that God is the only person who has my back at all times, aside from myself. I spend a lot of time alone, and that's the way I've learned to love and prefer it. Everyone who I thought loved me, didn't. Lifestyles are something else, and apparently in some situations, they're a game changer. Some cost you your family, your friends, your kids, your significant other, your coworkers, etc. There are some situations you get through, and never think about them ever again. There are situations you brush off, even when they’re a little rocky. There are also those situations you are placed in or place yourself in, where because of them, you’ll never be the same person, ever again. I have mental, emotional, & physical scars from four of those situations, and still unsure if I’ll ever truly recover. Over the last five years, at some point or another, I've been: loved, hated, missed, forgotten about, homeless, hungry, heartbroken, lost, abused, raped, tortured, held hostage, jumped, beat on, laughed at, gossiped about, and loved unconditionally. Chaos is something I speak fluently. No one has to understand me. I think I like it that way. I'm just me. If you don't like me, then that's okay too. Trust me, I've accepted it. More than once. I love my babies, and my mother, with my entire heart and soul. I would not be breathing if it weren't for the three of them. My mom is one of those all-around heroic & dominant human beings, that people would wait a lifetime in order to have. But she's mine. She makes my world go around, and is the one soldier, who refuses to give up on me. I'm A LOT, okay? And I do mean, A LOT, to handle. I'm hell on wheels, & I always have been. She's a champion, I swear to you. She does it so gracefully, completely effortlessly, and never skips a beat. She won't allow me to fail. I don't deserve her, but I thank GOD, I have her. I hope that these posts can help even one person, feel better about their current situation. I hope they bring some light on people who have been through hell, and just need to hear that someone else has been through it too. I hope some of the posts make you laugh, and I hope that some of them make you cry. I hope that I can give advice to people dealing with addiction, whether that be for the addict themselves, the significant other of an addict, or the parent or child of an addict. It's real, and it's life for some individuals. I've been on both sides of the track, and sincerely understand the view from both sides. I judge NO ONE. Everyone is beautiful. Just because someone sins differently, doesn't make them unlovable. I promise. Please let me know if you need anything, or just want to vent, at any time. You can direct message me, whenever you feel like it!
Xoxo, Morganne <3