Hope Is Real
Listening Is The Language Of Love

 

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I was born into this world unwanted.  It was apparent that my birth mother never wanted me.  It was okay though, if I would have lived with her who knows where I would have ended up?  She was a hooker and a drug fiend.  My father could have been one of five men.  I was born addicted to cocaine and blind in my left eye.  I was a sick baby and my birth mother couldn't handle it.  My nightly screaming became regular.  I just wanted to be loved.  I have always felt that God is the only one that had use for me. I was nine weeks old when my adoptive parents took me into their home.  They were both in their mid forties.  I had a big sister… Read More

I just wanted to give you a brief of my story and if you ever need it to help anyone to see that there really is hope.. Then im sure part of my story will help =]

Basically i have a phobia, that almost ruined my life.. I wanted to end everything, but i knew i couldnt, i knew i had to be strong for my family so i kept with it.  I made sure i told people how i felt so that they would know if things were starting to get bad again.

It started to get to a stage where i could never leave the house.  Id have panic attacks over everything.  I couldn't eat because i was scared.  I lost my 3 best friends over the silliest… Read More

You see, I grew up in a home with an abusive step father (verbally, and physically).  And a mother who was supposed to be my rock.  The stable one.  Well when I was thirteen they split up.  She had finally had enough of him hitting her and I, starving her, and the other endless abusive things he did to her over the years.  For the first time in my life, I felt as if I had freedom.  And I guess I took advantage of it.  I started smoking, and drinking regularly.  Never tried the whole "pot" thing.  For awhile at least.  Slowly my average straight A grade point average began slipping.  I managed to pass the eighth grade and go on to high… Read More

My dad used drugs when I was a baby. When he was on them he would get so paranoid that he would wake me up from a dead sleep or wake my mom up and make her stay up with him all night and then go to work the next morning. Finally my mom got sick of it all and my mom and dad started yelling and fighting, me sitting right there on the bed having to listen to it all. I remember screaming and crying at the top of my lungs (I was 3 years old at this point). My mom picked me up and took me to my room and told me everything would be okay (the only way I know this is my grandma told me). My mom decided to divorce my dad when I was 3. My mom picked me… Read More

I felt pain all the time, from friends, from family, and even from myself.  I couldn't take away my pain from the inside so I decided to cover up with cutting.  I have always been able to deal with physical pain so it was easier to deal with pain on my arm and ignore the pain in my heart. Then I couldn't take life anymore, so that is when I decided to kill myself.  I sat down at the end of my bed knife in hand ready to slit my wrists.  I started to cut straight across my wrist but right before I came to the main vain in my wrist I couldn't move the knife anymore. Looking back I realized that was the first time I experienced God in my life. … Read More

I am 15 and my father abused me. I spent every day in fear of him. For no reason I would be hit and go flying over tables and into walls. After a while I wouldn't even come out of my room after my father got home. In his eyes I was nothing, I can never do anything right. He died a few years ago and everyone told me how good a man he was, and how happy I should be that I had had him. In my mind I was then, and still am, asking; did he ever really love me? Read More