(i know this is personal but i don't quite see it as that, this is a part of why i joined this site) All through my life i had an abusive brother (physical) whenever we got into fights. We later found out, years and years back, that he had as-burgers. It all made sense. But one day while he was tackling depression, i was n the kitchen with him getting a snack at night, when he grabbed a handful of his pills and dropped it into his mouth. I didn't know how to quite respond to it so i did the only thing i could do, yell at the top of my lungs,"DAD!". he came as quick as possible and pulled out all his pills from his mouth. A scarring and tragic moment in my memory/life that i found out that in the future it was only going to get worse. It did, after that suicide attempt, he tried 2 more times. Then years later he was jailed, became a druggy, everyday screaming/yelling.

My parents always forced me into religious activities (i wont say which one) and it was a religion that i gained no knowledge from, hated the rules and the way they dont respect gays and lesbans, and it gets really uncomfortable for me (its more of an excuse i know). But now my parents forced me into a class before school meaning ill be tired and miserable everyday, I have to wake up at (5:30am, my bedtime..11:30-midnight). Ive tood them to stop but they kept on pushing me and pushing me away from the religion.


I turned over to this site because of this, i wanted to find happiness and not despair and i don't regret being on this site to entertain my subscribbers and newcomers. Your feedback keeps me sane, warmng my heart with positive comments.This is why I'm here, i love to share my work with you all and I'm glad that you sat down to read my story. I love you all from the bottom of my heart.