Strength That Couldnt Be Broken

My name is Jenny, this is my story about growing up in the 80s dealing with abuse, drug addictions and trauma, to my pressent day...ive been told im many things i'm useless , I'm pathetic, this was only recent, when really you go through the hard stuff, its something you do not tell to those supposedly closet to you..at the time, you dont think to let people know of the things that happen to you, you just keep going refusing to break.. small mindedness comes in many forms especially when you choose to write your story...I dare those who have been hurt to write not only does it leave room in your soul to breathe... but it frees you to move forward we were never meant to carry around hurt, but set it free.. I was once told I could never be broken this is where I get the idea for the title of my book. ... much love this story isnt pretty..
But its mine..

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