The darkest of places I've survived are etched into the very fabric of my being, scars that run deep and memories that haunt me in the dead of night. Many times, I should have died, the odds stacked against me in a cruel and unforgiving world. The most evil of people raised me, if you can call it that - they tore me down, tried to kill my spirit, and shattered me to my core.

All my life, I've been treated by people in a way that chips away at my soul, leaving me feeling broken and battered. Sometimes, the mistreatment is immediate, while other...