As a young child I was horribly abused and neglected my my own mother. I have decided that it is time to benefit from my misfortunes, to write and publish a book...
But first I must go though countless files, newspaper clippings and sicking photographs all about myself.
When I was younger I actually believed that I had fabricated many of the events that took place, the wild imagination of a little girl. Unfortunately these events actually occurred.
This is to be a blog of my emotions to try and help me vent excess anger and sadness I am feeling as not to overwhelm myself with this difficult task I have set before me.
Would you be able to look at a photo of yourself at the age of 2, beaten and bruised, hair pulled out, face bloodied and scratched, arm broken...
And then write about it?
I can and I must, not just for my own benefit as a form of therapy but also hopefully, to help others that have experienced the same violence from someone that was meant to love and nurture.
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