You never know about one’s story until they make the choice to speak out about it…I’m glad I’m here to let ones know (especially those with similar issues) we are strong.

I’ve been through a ton of abuse growing up. I’ve always been okay with the fact that my parents should’ve just vaporized me since they exposed me to things no child should have ever had to endure. Kinda feels like they “spared” us for the sake of not rotting in jail.

I was adopted when I was 7 officially, however, I was taken away from my parents when I was 4. Back then, child adoption was advertised in newspapers like animals in a shelter. I felt like an animal, and was okay feeling like that. I didn’t want a purpose.

My biological mom would beat me and my siblings so bad. She’d locked us up without food or water in a dirty room while she was out catching her next high, or sleeping with men to pay for drug money. There were times when she’d punish us just for crying because me and my siblings were hungry. She’d give her leftover food to the dog and whatever crumb he saved, was what we scrounged on. We were infested with lice, and ringworms. We were malnourished too.

My mom let men into her house to m***st me and my sisters so she could use that money for drugs. Recently, I found out that she tried to kill me. Her abuse went on and on. My sisters and I drank from the toilet using big Lego blocks, we’d even eat dog food. My mom beat me with an extension cord, and even took a knife to my face. I have the scar still here, and from what I was told, I needed 23 stitches in my face. She’d also take her pet cat named Isis and use her anger to attack and bite me while she got a kick and laugh about it.

My dad was a nobody. He was involved in violent gang activity and left us because gangs were a better option I guess. When l first saw him back in 2020, he took me around his neighborhood to tell and show his friends to me. I remember one asking why my dad didn’t have baby pictures of me hanging in his home…that was just so sad. :/

I was adopted by a wonderful person…but she had her moments, too. She expected so much from me…she made it seem like I had to work to earn my adoption rights. I remember being r*ped by my cousin. I remember him assaulting me and saying how nobody would care because I’m not even family. He used that as a means to justify his sick perversions.

Because I have been exposed to such violent and abusive situations, I flinch easily, I scare so easily too. This is just a tiny piece of what I dealt with while young. There was even times where I’d be judged just for being half white. My mom would say, “I could’ve never married your father.” Then she laughed.

Things seemed to get worse getting older. I won’t tell everything but I do want to let the many out there who is in this type of thing, you’re not alone.

I’m glad I found art as a form of therapy, but I can’t shake the fact that sometimes I feel like a malignant tumor on this dirt circle….

My story is so much more darker than this. I could add a lot more to this, but I’ll keep it brief. Thank you for reading. I hope you’re all well.