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A N O N Y M O U S

This is honestly just a hard story for me to tell but here it goes...

When I was little I had an abusive mother and a dad that left. There were nights where I'd just get beat so my sister wouldn't get hurt.

I remember one night when we sat outside of a bar, because my mom and her boyfriend were having a very abusive fight (Not my real dad.) I sat there in the cold trying to take care of two babies. I was just a kid what was I supposed to do? Finally a few days later at 4 am the police came, taking me and my 3 sisters away from my mom.

Even though she wasn't the best I didn't want to leave her, but I had to. Me and my sisters spent the night in the station. Fully knowing we weren't going back my sisters and I worried where were we going and where was my mom was going. Jail, they both went to jail.

My mom did drugs, drank, abused, and ruined her chances for a "happy family". The next day we were taken to a foster care house. Instantly my little sister, Allie, was taken from my family and sent back to her dad's side of the family. My other sister, Leeann, was sent back to her dad. Me and my other sister remained in the foster home jumping from house to house.

Finally, we ended up at a Mexican home which is ironic, because everyone thought we were Mexican. She took care of us. She was a single mom taking care of four kids. I loved my foster family except for my salty foster brother —he wasn't to excited about us but his other brother was.

A few years went by with this lady and then we got the news. My dad had found us and he wanted us to go back home with him and his new family. After years of money and tears, my dad finally got us back and we had a "real" family. My biological mom in New York got out of prison and had more kids. She came down to the state we were in and let us see the new kids. All that was ever running through my head when I saw her was, why did she treat them perfect and we were trash to her?

They soon were taken away from her and diagnosed with Down syndrome and autistic ability. She was thrown back in jail and we were still considered about our family. A few years later the most important person in my life: my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. That was a hard time for me and my family, because we all loved her dearly. My adoptive mom and dad went down to check on her and soon after they left she was dead.

The week they came back they waited to tell me so I didn't flip out in school. They drove us down to New York (my home town) and we had the funeral. I blamed my self for her death and fell into depression. I didn't sleep or eat, I just cried. From a young age I told myself if you have cancer it's over. I didn't know what I was talking about. I was 9 and I wanted her to fight and survive.

But she left...

Most people told me to get over it, but I couldn't. I still can't. Everything went down hill. A week later my uncle and one of my closest friends died. I didn't see a purpose to anything anymore. I lost so much weight from being depressed, people thought I was anorexic and truth was, I kind of was. But was I going to admit it? No, I couldn't admit it; not even to my family or friends.

I distanced myself from everyone and found outlets for my depression, like my photography and singing. Soon after my grandmothers death, not even a year, my parents decided to call a quits. Leaving me, my dad, and my sister alone. Me and my dad missed my grandmother like crazy. I went back to school a few days later and met this guy. He abused me just like my mother. My friends started to try to reach out to me and I rejected it again. I got wrapped up in this game and played it for a while just to get my mind off it. A few days later I was sexually abused by someone who shouldn't have done that. I'm not going to say my relation to them or give them the satisfaction of saying their name.

My friends reached out again and I finally got their help. I realized I can't do this on my own. I couldn't handle all the pain that took for me to live.

They took all the pain away and I started to get recognized for my singing and photography. I started writing on Wattpad to express everything. I got into a few bad relationships with guys, some just friends, but I got over it. I met this guy who didn't judge me for what I did or what I do. He let me express everything to him. No, we were not in love but he was there for me and that I do love.

He soon left and I was alone with my thoughts again. My friends were still there, but I didn't want judgement. I started talking to this friend of mine. We weren't actually that close until he let me open up to him. This was only a few months ago.

My dad started dating again and I was happy for him. He met an amazing girl and they are still together. Me and my friends grew closer and I told them everything and I told them they should never have to go through what I did alone. They trusted me and came to me when they needed help. I was now known as the inspirational quote giver.

My friend group grew larger. There were a few people who betrayed my trust and they are no longer my friends, but it happened for a reason. I'm not 100% happy. I will never be 100% but I'm okay for right now on my own two feet and that's what matters.

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ThePsychMadHatter: Yes, that is what matters. I'm so happy you shared your story with me —with us, it truly means a lot!

We are happy that things got better and you really are an inspiration for us all! We are always here for you, because we understand ❤

I know you all can make it, and it only takes a whole lotta patience and strength, and I just know you can do it ❤

On a further note, this has been helping people more than I thought it would and that is AMAZING!!!

❤ Stay Strong, my beautiful bitches ❤

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