I don’t post personal stuff to get pitty. I post it because I SURVIVED it and this victim mentality in America needs to stop.
I HATE this picture. This was 9th grade. This is why we should go back to school. My mom had custody of me until my Social Studies teacher and our basketball coach saw me crying one day. He knew it was a different sobbing than teenage drama. I moved in with Dad with the clothes on my back. I was starving to death and abused. My one good meal was at school. I was made fun of for inhaling that food. Dad said he could see my ribs through my clothes. I thought being hungry all the time was normal. I never knew if she was going to hit me or hug me. My teacher was the one that gave me the confidence to leave. Don’t underestimate the power of a teacher! Get our kids back in school!
I later continued to make bad decisions with men because of that pain caused by an abusive parent and that caused more pain. Abuse can break you or make you. I finally made it!