How Easily We Forget

How easily we forget...

the kid with the black eye
the kid with the torn clothes
the kid that twitches when you raise your hand quickly in their presence
the kid with the eyes of a doll... plastic, lifeless

I used to be that kid... and a short 13 years later even I forget. I feel ashamed when I realized I've forgotten, because that kid is everywhere.  I have a hard time believing I was one in a million.

If you are that kid... please keep up with this blog because it's the least I can do.  I owe it to you.  I owe it to myself.

GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE!!!

If I had known at 10 what I wound up knowing at 15, I would not have wasted 5 years of my life being abused by A-holes that I thought really loved me.  "Oh they're just showing me tough love.  This is what it's like to have parents that really care about you" I would tell myself all the time, subconsciously... But I was SO WRONG and if you're thinking that, then you are wrong too.  In the grand scheme of things I was one of the lucky ones, because 5 years compared to 18 is near nothing, so I feel like the least I can do is hope that this blog somehow makes it to those of you who are suffering through it right now, and that it can do one thing, if nothing else, and encourage and inspire you to get out!

Some places and people may discourage this, but I can damn near guarantee that they've never been through it themselves, and sometimes in life you are gonna have to take that risk to save yourself cuz I can assure you... no one else will.

If this doesn't reach a kid in need for another 5 years, just the fact that I'm putting it out there when it weighs on my mind is enough to make me feel a little bit of relief.

At 28 years old, I'm finally ready to lay it all on the line, show my cards and fight for what's right in an attempt to save one kid from any more horror than they have already experienced.  Child abuse is real, and it could be lurking just next door... STAY ALERT PEOPLE!!!