Chapter 1 A harsh young life
Growing up, things weren't easy for me. I got taken away from my mother by Child Protective Services at 6 years old and got sent to live with my grandmother. What i didn't know at the time was that my grandmother was an alcoholic. As i got older, I realized that she was drinking a lot every night, and she would abuse me after consuming too much alcohol. When i was 7, going forward, life was good because i was young and didn't understand things yet. So, it was hard for me to think badly about my grandmother. In my teenage years, i suffered from really bad depression and wanted to end my life at just 10 years old. At 11 years old, i began a habit of cutting myself really badly as a coping method for all of my depression. During the day, my grandmother would try to pity me to get me to feel bad and stay with her since she knows i understandwhat shes neen doing to me. At 12 years old, my grandmother started controlling her drinking, but she would have a glass of wine every night. Sometimes, more than just a glass and abuse my grandfather. Abusing my grandfather was a big thing at her house, even when she didn't have anything to drink at all. All he was trying to do was protect me from her abuse. It hurt me to see him getting hurt so bad because of me. I love my grandfather. i didn't understand why she didn't love him as well as i did.
