From the moment i could hear... that screaming and yelling going through my ears.. a fear that has affected me all throughout my years... that had me so unclear from my tears...

When I turned three.. I had a babysitter that like to abuse me to some degree... all because i peed on her floor n her little boy tattled tale on me... but I was only three.. didn't understand really of what was happening to me....

As years passed.. my mom became abusive which made me feel like an outcast... because it was only me.. she did it so much that it literally made me crazy... because nobody believed me..

So i started cutting.. shutting people out.. depression. repression. suppression was my new normal... it felt safe to sit with this chaotic paranormal..

After i graduated... the pain just escalated.. so i isolated by during drugs which was so...