I'm a survivor. I made it through a childhood of abuse that shaped me into who I am today. My experience and the tragedies that I shared left me with scars, physical and mental.
I am a survivor and I am ready to share my story.
A mother who once tried to kill me. A sister who always found wrongs in me. A childhood friend who insulted me every time she talked to me. Classmates who accused me for everything that happened me. The teachers who didn't believe me.
I wondered why. Ever since childhood, was there ever a time when someone ever protected me? The way everyone looked at me, I could feel daggers within the stares. I already knew this but it still hurt a lot. After all, I was hated by everyone I knew....or so I thought.