Chronicles of a Sad Girl

Mom is the nicest person I’ve ever met. She’s kind, selfless, and will do anything for anyone. So I feel guilty saying that she wasn’t the best mom. I guess her perception of me was constantly changing. Maybe I reminded her of my dad, maybe my being alive was the one thing that ruined her…

How can you possibly trust anyone when the only thing people have shown you over and over again is that evil exists? I didn’t feel the need to have people in my life at all, and I was planning on keeping it that way but of course people come into your life and challenge those…

Ever watched someone you love endure an abusive relationship and wonder why they still choose it everyday? It’s always easier to say you’d do things differently if it were you right? Well, maybe..but it’s not so black and white. If you’ve had a somewhat normal upbringing and you had a great example of what a…

Before I get into this, I’d like to explain what happens when you’ve been abused over your entire life and feel like you have no one to confide in. I’m sure that every victim has their own way to cope, but this is mine. Whether it was sexual or physical abuse, the easiest, least painful…

A father’s role in his daughters life is to model what a man should be. I don’t know what my mother saw in that guy because he was a sorry example of one. He never paid child support, and that’s mostly because my mother was too proud to ask for it. She let him off…

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…