My Story

It is my most sincere intention to not play the accuser. My aim in telling my story is not of revenge. It is not due to a compelling sense of duty. It is merely to present my story in order that a reader who may have experienced abuse of any kind in their lifetime might be comforted to know that there is hope, life is worth living, and that through it all, we can all contribute and help to prevent child abuse and human rights abuses, working toward a peaceful end to a violent beginning. I feel it is important to let the reader know that I am placing a WARNING REGARDING MY BLOG. THIS BLOG IS GRAPHIC AND DETAILS PHYSICAL ABUSE, VERBAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, SEXUAL ABUSE, MARITAL ABUSE, MARITAL RAPE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, SUICIDE, MURDER, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, AND MAY CAUSE TRIGGERING AND RELAPSING. IF YOU ARE FEELING UNSAFE, FEELING SUICIDAL, THAT YOU MAY HARM YOURSELF OR SOMEONE ELSE, CUTTING, GET HELP. CALL 911. I had seen so much destruction by the time I was a teenager that I just copied and mirrored what I knew, violence, hatred, abuse, destruction. I thought that my life should continue on that way and that ultimately it would end that way as our family had been destroyed by poverty, hatred, marital abuse, child abuse, drug abuse that went on and on without end. One family showed me that I was a good kid, told me I should not hate, but instead learn to love myself and showed me how to believe in myself and prove to myself that I could make it. I could do it. All things were possible. To that family I owe my love and gratitude, and to God I owe my very existence.