i grew up the middle child in a family of 5 kids. things were pretty hectic to say the least! as a kid i was super happy! i always had people to play with because i made friends super easily. i didn't know anxiety and it's grip over peoples life at this age. i used to laugh loudly and tell jokes. i would bike around my neighborhood with my best friends singing jonas brothers songs at the top of my lungs. i was free in the truest meaning of the word.
i grew up when disney channel was in its prime. i watched shows like hannah montana and kim possible all the time. things were pretty easy for me as a kid! except for when they weren't. i dealt with abuse also as a child. verbal, emotional, and sexual. i was only 8 when my dad first started lashing out his own pain on me. he would call me and my siblings names, he would say i wasn't his daughter and make me watch as he hit my mom and my older brother. i was only 11 when my own grandfather put his dirty hands on me without my permission. my youth was no longer my own at this point. i was no longer free.
