My life has always been hard. Since i was born there has always been trouble, When i was just a couple weeks old my father kidnapped me and i wasnt found until i was almost one. When i was three my father came and pointed a gun at my mom and told her to bring me and get in the car. He took us to his house and i saw my mom getting beet by him. Little would i know that this was the begining of more serious and harsher events. When i was about seven my father came over to my grandmas house where i was having my birthday party, and he came hit my grandma and faught with my family. Im blamed to this day for that. When i was 9 i started cutting myself and i began thinking about suicide. My dad just kept making things worse in my life, and well a couple of days before i turned ten i saw him rape my sister. I wish i could have done something but i was to scared to do anything. My father found out that i saw him do this and he threatned to rape me if i said anything. For many years i believed he would. After that happened my lufe took a turn for the worse. When i turned 10 i started drinking cutting myself more and started smoking weed. When i was in 6th grade i almost died after cutting myself. I had cut to deep and almost bleed out. I stopped cutting myself for a while but when i went into 7th grade it got worse. In 7th grade i attempted to commit suicide. My best friend convinced me to stop, but that same friend was gunned down and died right in front of me. For a while i had lost all hope and thought that suicide was the answer again. This summer i tried to commit suicide again. It failed and while i was in the hospital i had to see a psychiatrist since then i havent touched a blade. But im faced with a new challenge now... I was diagnosed with luciemia a couple of days ago and im going through chiemo.. I can only hope that ill live through this. Cait has been there for me offering words of support and encouragement since i was diagnosed. So i would like to thank her. And well thats my life
