Nymeria01

Nymeria01

Grew up in Seattle and in East London mainly. Left London because my family couldn't deal with me anymore; at the time I was suffering from avoiding stalkers and boys from a local gang trying to abduct me because I went to the police when they attacked me before. My mother and step father couldn't understand how to help me, so instead they blamed me for everything and threatened to throw me out on the streets. (I walked for hours, late at night, in those days. Any way of getting me away from my home because I couldn't stand being yelled at anymore). So I came back to Seattle to live with my sister who was both physical and mentally abusive. To get away from her I jumped in to a relationship, got married to the guy and was married for five years. He was emotionally and mentally abusive, and the last time he hurt me physically I decided to leave. For three years I was in and out of shelters and homes from distant relatives. Constantly got kicked out, I don't know why but I was. Sexually assaulted by other relatives that I ran to for shelter. Landed in Virginia were I had a break down where I didn't want to eat anymore or talk to anyone. I couldn't laugh or cry or get angry, it was like I was totally numb and when I did feel anything my body would start to hurt. I couldn't cry anymore for a long time. Began renting out rooms when I could afford to do so, first house I lived at, landlord was nuts! And harrassed me about dumb shit every day. This second house, I lost my job, and even though I pay the landlord money every week, he still threatens to kick me out on the streets. My only outlet has been painting and drawing. Sometimes I write my stories but most of the time I fall back into painting. I used to sing, but I smoke so many cigs. I lost that talent.