10/02/2026
**“I was this child once. Growing up without a mother was incredibly hard. Yes, my father was there, but I never truly felt his presence. My heart slowly drifted away from him because of how he treated me. In many ways, I grew up feeling like I had no parents at all.
Growing up without parents is painful. People around me freely bullied and criticized me, and I understood why, because they knew I didn’t have parents who would protect me. Whenever I felt hurt, judged, or left out, I would sit alone in a corner and hurt myself, turning my emotional pain into physical pain just so I could survive it.
I grew up surrounded by criticism, by people who were waiting for me to fail, to fall. They saw me as small, insignificant, someone who would never succeed in life. When I came home late or spent time with friends, they thought I was a bad kid. What they didn’t understand was that I stayed with my friends because their families treated me better than my own.
The love and care I should have felt at home, I felt from the parents of my friends.
At a very early age, I had to work just to feed myself. There was no free food, if there was nothing on the table, I wouldn’t eat. I was only given food if I worked for it. That’s when I learned that nothing in this world comes for free.
I learned how to be strong, how to fight, and how to protect myself,because no one else would. People who don’t know my story often misunderstand my personality. They don’t know what I’ve been through, or the pain I still carry.
I am who I am today because of how people treated me. The wounds they left are still here, some of them never fully healed.”**
