To tell of my story, first, I have to begin to live. The story of my "imagined" life turned out so much more differently than I imagined. No one told me that life would cause me to understand raw pain; in today's time we call this part "growing pains". No one ever told me that he would abuse me, lie to me, rape me, cheat on me, hate me, use me, leave me for public ridicule and then turn their backs on me. why didn't someone tell me that mama would die, my daddy would lie steal and kill, and then... be dehuminized while isolated behind a cage.
Why!!! God, why does it take pain? Why the cycle of life, just to live and then death. How do we live post the grief of loss, sickness, miscarriage, abuse, neglect, abandonment, sorrow, anguish, scorn, betrayal, lack, need, slavery, victimization, vulnerable, weakness, addiction, sex slavery, over powered, insulted, ridiculed,shamed, defamed, blamed, humiliated, and proclaimed a statistic and...