At a very early age I was taken from my mom, my sister and 2 brothers. I lived at grandma’s house, then after she passed away.

I lived with different Aunts, cousin, foster homes. I’ve been raped by a family members boyfriend. Molested by family members at a young age.

I used to get beat up by my sister all through elementary, I started fighting when I became a teenager. I was always thrown out of my sister’s house over her boyfriend at the time.

Then I met this guy and I fell in love with him about 3 years later we had a daughter who was born premature, and passed away a month later. Then immediately after that I got pregnant with my son. just a month after having him, I lost him to the system because his dad was abusive and they felt if I couldn’t protect myself, how could I protect him. So, they took him when he was just 5 weeks.

It took me to move out of his dad’s house for me to live in a shelter and to attend multiple classes and individual therapy to get my son back. It took a whole 18 months I believe… I got him back we lived and also, he was born with cleft lip cleft palate also… He passed away at the age of 5 there is way much more to my life story. I just wanted to put a high light on what were the major problems in my life. As of now, it’s only been 2 months since my son passed away, I am still grieving and my mind is all over the place I can’t even write like I want my words and parts of my life are all over the place, maybe I’ll try again another day.

When I can hold these tears in and not lose focus.