One year later
I’ve always had a bitter taste in my mouth for life and absolutely hated it for letting bad things happen to me. I almost completely turned my back on life and constantly wished that I was dead instead of alive. I cling to the memories of my dead parents and couldn’t let go.
Questions of how my parents would have reacted to me being r***d always crossed my mind.
Wondering if they still would have loved me and looked at me the same way or would have rejected me?
Seven years later and those things didn’t matter to me anymore.
I found hope, love and redemption.
The chains around my wrists were finally banished and there was nothing left holding me back anymore.
No more nightmares.
I am still self-conscious about my past and scars but it’s a very small amount and I am
