Be compassionate today

I first want to start off by saying that I have never been abused, but I really felt the heart strings pulling at me to share the story of an old friend of mine. Right now, it’s July 2020, it’s crazy with COVID-19, and everyone is in solitude and silence....

I matter and so do you

I lived with my mom, dad, brother, and grandmother. I suffered from anxiety and depression at a very young age, around 6. My dad abused me physically and emotionally. The words my dad would say about me stuck with me, and the more he told me, the more I thought it was...

Steps to recovery

When I was 7 my brother molested me. It took me a while to finally recognize myself as a victim because it still scares and embarrassed me, but I have realized that after denying everything, it’s time to start healing, so I wanted to share my story. He started...

Rise up!

I always have difficulty knowing where to start. Then it dawned on me that with this site, our cause, I didn’t need to defend myself. I came into this world as a black market adoption. I’ve just learned in last few months that the whole time I was raised right under...

Keep your head up

I was adopted as a young toddler with my baby sister. We were adopted by a pastor and his wife. She immediately took to my sister while my dad took to me. My mom would baby my sister and make me do a lot of the cleaning for my sister. When I would refuse, she would...

Finding my voice

I was born in the south Oct.30 1971. At the age of 3 I started to realize I was a different girl than my little friends were. My mother hired a skating coach and I was made to learn and practice at a rink hours per day. There was also dance and tap classes. If I told...