Overtime I reached this point where something inside me shifted and I got sick of waiting on someone to come and save me or accept me and I told myself "look Maria you can’t keep letting your experience keep taking you down" and at that time my own voice had ever made as much sense until that point.

 

I told myself no one would listen to me and therapist couldn’t fix me and I’ve had enough of losing everyone around me. If no one can help me then I have to find a way to help myself. I had to learn how to forgive myself and love myself and this idea, this realization that me being raped wasn’t my fault! Me being taken from my parents wasn’t my fault! The fact that my mother allowed men to come and have sex with me and my sister wasn’t my fault!

 

I came to the point that I had to learn how to forgive my parents and let go of everyone that hurt me. It happened and I had no control over it.

I want more out of this life and I can’t continue this way. Granted it was a terrible process letting anyone into my life. 

 

 

Why now at age 27 am I sharing any of this now? Since I was 13 years old I’ve wanted to share my story but never had the courage to do so. There isn’t a bone in my body that is looking for sympathy in any fashion nor take the attention from anyone because I do know people before me have gone through far worst than me and will go through worst than what I’ve experienced.

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Trust me it's not easy sharing any of this with you!

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I am in hopes to be an inspiration to real people who have gone through this far to common crisis that have never had a real platform to express themselves....