I was not going to post this today, but missy miss said I should. And then proceeded to annoy me about it. (Bless her soul.)
Well, I'll open the door, to fact number four, now let us see, if this changes how you view me.
You're all getting quite the confession from me today.
I was the victim of child abuse from the time I was seven, to the time I was ten. Vicious, horrible beatings, often until I couldn't stand up, a couple kicks while I was down wasn't out of the ordinary.
The abuse wasn't just physical, it was verbal abuse and mental as well, being pounded into the floor while you're being told you're nothing and never will be anything.
Mentally, My mind was crushed by depression and PTSD. I often was lethargic and didn't want to get out of bed, I contemplated suicide at 8 years old.
Luckily, with a little perseverance, I made it out alive, but alone in a foster home. My father came to get me on my birthday, ending my foster stay, but I remain thankful to the family that would take in a broken boy like I was.