Starting as a young child, abuse was not a bothersome event for me it was a lifestyle. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me when I got into foster care, so I decided to not talk about myself to anyone. Instead I went to the other end of extremes: I wrote about all the things that happened to me. At the age of nine my writing became my best friend- that is the reason I write today. I channel my anger, sadness, and any other emotion I feel at the moment into my writing.
