Moving forward:
Growing up was challenging, to say the least. I always felt like an outsider in the home and was treated differently from all the other kids in the family. My mother treated me more like a servant than a child and never showed me any kind of parental love or nurturing. In fact, even as a small child, I knew that I was not loved by her which was an extreme burden to bear.
She did eventually remarry to a man who obviously had a drinking problem. He did spend some time with me in the beginning but that was short lived and ended up treating me as if I were not even in the house. Furthermore, my parents did not hide the fact that they did not like or trust white people. My mother used to drill in my head that white people could never be trusted and that they were terrible evil people. This was very confusing to me because the color of my skin.
So, this was the beginning of it all and so begins a life of physical and sexual abuse and rejection...But there is a very happy ending. May you be blessed as you continue reading.
Prior to the events of June 14, 2002, life held little …show more content…
When they questioned why I did it, I told them that I had just simply made a mistake through intoxicated and didn't really want to die. But deep down inside, I didn't believe it...I just wanted to get out of that hospital to my next state of drug euphoria. The reality of my attempting suicide was that I was tired and didn't want to continue in this life. Obviously, I didn't die because I'm sitting here writing my testimony but I felt dead...I was completely cold in emotion. Needless to say, I accelerated in self-destruction and as time progressed so did my depression and substance abuse until eventually ending me in Phoenix Arizona, the last stop before my life would be changed
Growing up was challenging, to say the least. I always felt like an outsider in the home and was treated differently from all the other kids in the family. My mother treated me more like a servant than a child and never showed me any kind of parental love or nurturing. In fact, even as a small child, I knew that I was not loved by her which was an extreme burden to bear.
She did eventually remarry to a man who obviously had a drinking problem. He did spend some time with me in the beginning but that was short lived and ended up treating me as if I were not even in the house. Furthermore, my parents did not hide the fact that they did not like or trust white people. My mother used to drill in my head that white people could never be trusted and that they were terrible evil people. This was very confusing to me because the color of my skin.
So, this was the beginning of it all and so begins a life of physical and sexual abuse and rejection...But there is a very happy ending. May you be blessed as you continue reading.
Prior to the events of June 14, 2002, life held little …show more content…
When they questioned why I did it, I told them that I had just simply made a mistake through intoxicated and didn't really want to die. But deep down inside, I didn't believe it...I just wanted to get out of that hospital to my next state of drug euphoria. The reality of my attempting suicide was that I was tired and didn't want to continue in this life. Obviously, I didn't die because I'm sitting here writing my testimony but I felt dead...I was completely cold in emotion. Needless to say, I accelerated in self-destruction and as time progressed so did my depression and substance abuse until eventually ending me in Phoenix Arizona, the last stop before my life would be changed