When I was eleven years old, my father got arrested and hit rock bottom. At this time, my mother became heavily involved in drugs and alcohol and began to physically, verbally and emotionally abuse me. At the age of twelve, I started cutting, burning and piercing myself because I didn’t know how to deal with the pain. I then realized that self-mutilation wasn’t enough so I began smoking and drinking on top of that. I hated my life so much and wondered where I was going and what I was going to do with my life. I tried to commit suicide and couldn’t bring myself to finish what I had started. I now have hopes and dreams for my future unlike before, which is really great because I was miserable! Even though I have been through so much in my past, I can have hope for a bright future.
