A pice of me, letter From the editor.
People say history repeats itself. Is that really true though? Because if it is then man, I should have been to juvie already. I have never shared my past with you guys before, and honestly it’s because I’m afraid to bring it out of my closet. But today I am going to share a part of it with you. One day I will share my WHOLE story with you all, but until then this will have to do. Before I share with you something that has been on my heart to say for a while, I want you to know something.
YOUR PAST DOES NOT DEFINE YOU. AND IT NEVER WILL.
I grew up with a father who left to live in a jail cell when I was three years old and a mother who hated her life so much she turned to drugs, alcohol, and sex to make her happy again. One night my mother tried to commit suicide in our kitchen. I came out to get a snack and saw her, the next thing I knew I was being carried out by the most wonderful woman in the world. That woman soon became the person I call my mother now. That’s right, I am a foster kid, and I am currently in a guardianship with two amazing parents who love me unconditionally. What ever happened to the woman who gave birth to me? Well I haven’t seen her in years but I hear she is now married with another daughter living somewhere in sin city, right where she thinks she belongs.
unconditionally. What ever happened to the woman who gave birth to me? Well I haven’t seen her in years but I hear she is now married with another daughter living somewhere in sin city, right where she thinks she belongs.It’s no lie that BOTH of my parents have made mistakes. They turned to other things to fulfill them instead of realizing all they needed was God. Growing up people would always warn me not to turn into them, and the people with extra cruel hearts would tell me it was too late to try to change who I was and I had already started to show signs that I would travel down the same path as they did. The two people in the world who believed I was different were my parents (a.k.a my guardians) and for that I am forever grateful, because without them I would have just given in and believed the lies from my peers. I was determined to be different than the family I was born into. And for a while I was. But as you can probably guess things changed.When I was ten years old I went to go live with my biological grandmother due to reasons I am not quite ready to share. Let me just say that this lady was crazy. She was a very spiritual person and she did TRY. I wish I could have been strong enough to tell her that what she was doing was wrong.
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