Introducing Us, The Creechers in the Family

Hello Everyone,

I am a little bit nervous to be starting a blog, but honestly it has been well overdue. I had been planning to open a blog for a while, but I just haven't made myself sit down and start. I hope that you guys enjoy reading our blog. I really want to get all of the toxic past out of my head. I suffer from some terrible anxiety, it ruins my days most of the time. It makes it hard keep a smile on my face, it's hard to sleep, it's hard to get up and do simple tasks, and it is just plan hard to live life some days...

I hate that I am so chemically imbalanced, especially in my life. A life that never slows down. A life of a mom of a toddler. I have a wonderfully amazing little dude who looks up to me, who calls me mom. His name is Shyloh Alyxander Creech, he will be FOUR in march! He is the light of my life, the reason I am where I have made it today, even if it isn't that far. The little man who made me realize that I can't stay a teen my whole life. That sometimes, you have to put your big girl panties on and grow up. For the most part, that is exactly what I have done.

I realize I have rambled now and haven't even properly introduced us, the Creech family. My name is Lindsey, I am 20 years old, and I was born April 20th, 1994. I was born and raised for six years in Gainesville, GA. My younger brother was born right before I turned six, and we moved to Charlotte, NC shortly after. My youngest sister was born there just three years after, when I was nine. We stayed in North Carolina until my sister turned three, from there we moved to Easley, SC. Where we continue to live now. I lived here for three years before I happened to meet the love of my life at 15 years of age. His name is Trenton. It wasn't instantly love at first sight for me, which was the opposite for him. He eventually stole my heart in a few short months, and here we are over FIVE years later, with an amazingly handsome son, Shyloh. Trenton and myself have a background that was a little scary it's so similar. We were born a year and 17 days apart only about 20 miles away from another. We were both born in Georgia and raised there only 20 miles apart. Only both to end up in tiny ol' Easley, SC? Maybe its destiny. I'm just glad it happened. Shyloh was conceived only after six months of dating, only three months after my 16th birthday. I had him one month before my 17th. I stated earlier, that this little dude is the light of my life. I never really knew what love was until I met Shyloh, and until I saw Trenton as a father. I knew then, that these two men were my entire world.

I plan on going into a lot more detail throughout more blog posts. I want you guys to learn all about me, my past, who makes me, me. I want to share about my anxiety issues, and when they started, and some of the daily problems I go through. I want to talk about what my pregnancy was like. I want to share what it is like being in love at such a young age, and what Trenton and I have put each other through. I want to share my stupid stages of my life. I want to be honest with you all, I have had a really rough life, for as long as I can remember. I am tired of having so much pent up, and I feel sharing will not only help me, but others as well. 

I also want you guys to learn about my little Shyloh too. Our birth story, how smart he is, our parenting beliefs, his mile stones, his accomplishments, his favorites, his dislikes, etc. I want this blog to be a memento of our lives. 

I'm losing my memory. I haven't told many people this, but it is something that I have noticed lately and it has worried me slightly. It more hurts my heart. I can't remember long term or short term memories. I don't know why, or what is causing it. Why some things leave and others stay. I just know I want to start documenting as much as I can, just in case this is something serious. There are memories from when I was really young that I can remember and other stuff I can't. I can't remember Shyloh's first birthday at all, and its heart wrenching. I feel like such a low life mom, but I just try to hope maybe one day those precious memories will return to me. Maybe? 

Anyways, I have probably typed way too much as an introductory. I don't even know if anyone is going to read this. This blog, in all honesty, is for me. I need an outlet. Desperately. I do, however, hope someone out there will read this and gain from me, and my family’s experiences, trials, tribulations, and growth. 
Thank you so much for reading, and joining us on our journey as the Creech family

Love, Lindsey --
Mother Creech