Betrayal

By Kathy Garrett

This book is about Kathy Garrett’s real life. It isn’t fiction. She tells all about her life from one to sixty-two. She tells about phony, lying friends that betrayed her all the time. She learned never to associate with them again. She also tells about her nerves and the mental sicknesses that she has had. She has healed from OCD, and when she feels it coming on, she knows how to control it. She has had depression all her life and used to have panic attacks as well. She is also bipolar. Kathy has studied all her problems and has nineteen medical journals containing all the records that she could get. She started collecting her records in 1999. Kathy has always read any books she can find about OCD as well as bipolar disorder. At one point, God healed Kathy from death and gave her a reason to live by taking away her OCD. Kathy is now treated by a mental doctor and takes strong medications, and it is her hope that this book will help people with similar ailments.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781684099207

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Betrayal

Kathy Garrett

Copyright © 2017 Kathy Garrett

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2017

ISBN 978-1-68409-919-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68409-920-7 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

I dedicate this book to my loving and loyal husband, Buddy Garrett. I went through an awful life before I met him. After I met him, he helped me through several sickness and even through the shadow of death.

This picture on the side shows the kindness in his face.

We got off to a rough beginning, but I thank God every day for giving him to me. God saved him first for me. I hope I can someday pay him back for his perfect love.

Well, nothing is perfect. As old as we are, we still have our big disagreements. He’s still the closest thing to perfect I’ve ever known.

I know, without doubt, he’ll never betray me. All I knew all my life was betrayal. Now with Buddy, I don’t have to worry about him letting me down.

I have a safe, happy life now with God leading me and Buddy helping me follow God.

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Introduction

My name is Katty Garrett. This book is not fiction. It is a true story about my life, sickness, and depression.

I can remember all the way back to when I was one. My mother had an operation, and my grandma kept me. I remember her kitchen and her feeding me in a high chair. Later, my daddy drove my grandma and myself to pick up my mother. She was at a tiny brick clinic (also where I was born). Mama scared me to death when she came out the back door in her gown and housecoat. I knew she never went out with her sleep clothes on. I screamed and cried, holding on to my grandma. It hurt my mother really bad, and I was too young to talk.

I also remember when I was about three, Daddy took a picture of me with a curl on my head.

I remember my rocking chair. It had a space between the back and seat and my legs out the back so I could rock myself.

Chapter 1

Five Years Old

It’s hard for me to focus myself to think all the way back to the darkness of my first depression. I have to in order to heal myself.

When I was around five years old or younger, my mother told me about the death of my oldest sister. She died at nine months old. My mind couldn’t fathom her being sixteen years old if she had lived; I thought she was still a baby. Mama seemed so sad. I used to just rock in my chair, crying and daydreaming about finding her baby and bringing her to Mama. I wanted so much to make her happy.

My sister’s name was Opal. Her picture hung in our living room. I missed her so bad even though I didn’t know her. After she died, Mama had three miscarriages before my second sister, Faye, was born.

Faye was four years older than my third sister and seven years older than me.

I remember wetting the floor once. I was so embarrassed, because Mr. Young, our insurance man, came up and saw me wet.

I remember embarrassment before I was five. My daddy would blow on his arm and tell everybody it was me. He was so cruel. I would scream, cry, and run around the house.

The first few chapters of this book will be about depressions and when they started and ended.

I guess I’ll be depressed all my life, but God helps me through and out of it.

Sometimes when I’m depressed, I don’t even know why.

When I was crying and depressed, I heard my mama telling my daddy that she was worried about me. She said she didn’t know what was wrong with me.

She also noticed the strange obsession I had with politics. I hated Nixon. When he spoke, I buried my head under a pillow and screamed. I hung on to every word John F. Kennedy said. Mama didn’t know why I was so attached to him, but she told me that he looked just like my papa Boswell, who died before I was born.

In the first grade, I played in Mrs. Marlow’s closet with my boyfriend. He accidently shut the door on my finger and broke it. He begged me not to tell the teacher, and I didn’t.

Every day after school, I came home and played school in my bedroom. I was the teacher. I begged my daddy to let me teach him to read, but he wouldn’t let me. I could have taught him as I learned.

I remember one of the worse days of my life in that year. I grieved horribly when President Kennedy got killed. I didn’t care about anything for a long time. I never played school again.

Finally, I turned seven, and Faye was fourteen. I caught my cousin and her smoking in the barn. They talked me into smoking, so I couldn’t tell on them. I was hooked on the first one. Somehow, I knew how to inhale. They had to run, but I was still begging for another one. I’d be hooked for the rest of my life.

At seven, I had a cruel, mean teacher named Mrs. Gaines. She was so mean she made me feel like I had to pee every few minutes. She made fun of me in front of the whole class. She caused me to get sick with OCD. She would tell me to go kiss the bathroom good-bye. Everyone would laugh and say, "Don’t touch her! She stinks!’

One day I was late coming out of the bathroom. That was when she totally abused me. She was screaming at me for taking so long. I told her I had to do number 2. She stuck her hand in the commode and looked under the toilet paper to see the mess. I don’t know if she washed her hands, and I don’t believe we had soap. I was shaking and scared to death of her.

I never knew to tell my mama or daddy about the abuse. My daddy would have killed her. He was kicked out of the fourth grade for life. A teacher was going to whip him for something he didn’t do. He chased her with a baseball bat.

During all the abuse I went through, I slept with my mama, and I imagined that I had to pee every two or three minutes. We kept a pee pot in all the bedrooms. I started having nightmares about giant commodes up near the ceiling running over on my head. That depression and germophobia followed me all my life.

Mrs. Gains turned all the children against me. I was made fun of for years until I had enough and quit school.

When I got into the third grade, my teacher was Mrs. Gain’s sister. She was so sweet and kind to me.

I started going to church and got saved. Mrs. Roper was proud of me. I stopped imagining I had to pee. It had all been nerves.

When I got saved, I confessed to Mama and Daddy that I had smoked. They didn’t whip me, but Faye got a whipping; I confessed for her too.

At eight years old, I was called to preach.