Life past suicide attempts
Even as I'm writing this, I hesitate to write it. It is not one of those things I like to talk about and not many if any people even know about it. But a part of me realizes it is a story that must be told if not for myself, than maybe to help someone else. Growing up I had a difficult childhood. Though there are bits and pieces of fleeting happy memories, most of my childhood is a blur of misery and heartache. I know abuse, neglect, hunger, thirst, filth, sadness and despair at levels even many adults couldn't endure. These are sadly some of my earliest memories. My parents separated which made things much worse and shortly after I would go live with my father and they would divorce. Life with my father did not improve my circumstances any. My father left all the parenting to my step-mother, a woman who had never had children of her own and had her own demons. To say she didn't make my life easy is to understate just how bad my home life was. I was miserable and lonely....