The most painful part is that my sister is getting married in two months and I am not a part of it.
I want to be a social worker at all cost. To help girls.
Yes, I have overcome, but sometimes I am still frightened.
I started to write a book. Its about two girls. One of the girls father beats her. Its a difficult story.
The beatings and violence didnt bother me any more. I got used to them. I just wanted my freedom.
Again and again I tried to kill myself and then I ran away. That was my life.
I sat and spoke to the ocean. It doesnt answer, but it hears.
I had two friends, like sisters. One was murdered and the other committed suicide.
There just wasnt enough love at home for four children. Maybe for two, but not four.
A stone falls. I look back and jump. Maybe its him!
I would do anything he wanted for a fix. I was a slave.
My mother taught me how to smoke before she left home. I was 10.
Do you love your daughter? Of course! I answered, what kind of a question is that? It is not trivial she stated.
I was also anorexic but no one would admit it.