Stories of Hope

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The beginning .

July 24th, 2012by Addiictivetragedy

Life was hard growing up.  When I was a child I was surrounded by drugs, nasty men, abuse, rape etc.

My mom was not like the moms you see on TV, she had supported my brother and I by stripping, she also sold and was addicted to drugs.  She was clinically diagnosed as being bipolar, and schizophrenic..  She always put drugs above me and my brother. most of the time  my Nana would take care of me but only when she wasn’t working.  My mom,  the main person who was supposed to be my protector let numerous men in and out of our lives.  The last …

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Rocked by SUICIDE ~ my story of “that” terrible night

January 11th, 2012by pamdewitt

My feelings about suicide after a beloved family member took their own life in 2012.

My feelings about suicide after a beloved family member took their own life in 2012.

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Happier Times

Happier Times

December 16, 2008 – Tuesday

Rocked by SUICIDE ~ my story of “that” terrible night

I used to sing in a Christian rock band called Lest We Boast from Hamilton, Ohio. My …

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I Was Nothing

August 16th, 2011by Chelsii

I thought I was nothing once…
It seemed I was a small, insignificant part of the world, and when I died everything would keep moving forward as if I didn’t ever existed in the first place. My hopelessness… my struggles… they were all too much for me. I was ready to die, not knowing what was on the other side, but hoping it was better than the hell I was living.

I was two years old when my parents divorced. I was the daughter of a 24 year old Sunday School Teacher and a beautiful 18 year old High School Graduate, but others in our community seen …

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will it ever get better?

June 26th, 2010by charity332

My whole life has been one traumatic event after another. Most of my young childhood memories are of my mother beating on my older brother and sister. When my older sister got married and moved out of the house my mother then turned her aggression towards me. It wasnt so bad as long as i stayed out of her sight. So that is what i did. We moved to texas when I was 12. The first couple of months mother was oddly pleasant. It felt like things may be getting better. Guess again! It was just the calm before the storm. Mother on top of …

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