Chronicles of a Sad Girl

Sisters should be eachothers best friends. Except if you’re mine and were raised by abusive parents. I know my sisters were affected by all of it as well, but I was the one who took the brunt of their wrath, so I guess they figured they could treat me like shit too. My sisters aren’t…

It’s hard to “find yourself” when you were never given the opportunity to develop a self. Alan & Henry both made sure of that. So I’m not on a journey to find myself, I’m on a journey to heal. I want to give my inner child an opportunity to be what she was meant to…

Henry is a sick individual. He loved torturing me. He enjoyed the crying and the screaming. After a while I did nothing. I closed my eyes and prayed it’d be over soon, it usually would be if I didn’t put up a fight. He brought a buddy for what would turn out to be his…

Alan, in the grand scheme of things, was not the most traumatic experience I’ve had. What’s worse than getting molested as a child? Rape. My next abuser stole my virginity, and stole my chance at a normal life. Henry is who I have nightmares about. He is the devil himself. This entry will probably be…

I don’t like Harry Potter or lord of the rings or anything that is so detached from reality.  You’d think based on my need to dissociate from real life, this would be my go to.  But I don’t find any comfort in something that will never happen.  I will never have a wand that fixes…

There’s nothing special about the day I met my first abuser. I’d like to say it was dark and gloomy or some shit that only happens in movies, complete with suspenseful music playing in the background, but that didn’t happen. The day was uneventful. Nothing special about it. Tina was mad at me and as…

Tina was abusive yes, but she was also a victim of abuse.There is no justification for the abuse I was subjected to but I understand where it all came from. Abuse is one of those things that cycles through generations, it leaves such an imprint on you and your psyche that it forever changes the…

I always wondered how I grew up to be a decent human being despite all of the abuse I endured as a kid. I credit the person I am to my grandparents. They gave me the stability I needed. A real home. Even if that home was only temporary. Grandma was the first adult who…