I was molested at the age of 5 but thank Goodness, I survived! I am a survivor, I am taking it one day at a time, in order to live my dreams!

I don't know where to begin there are so many components to my story. My entire life to me as I can remember have been numb until 2006.

 I am very sad and teary eyed as I reach inside where I buried the person that was molested since the age of 5 years old.

Growing up that affected my learning abilities. I had soooooooo many insecurities.

My mother would often say that I didn't like to play with the other kids. I withdrew from them because my innocence had been taken away from me at a very young age.

I never had a father figure in my life, because my father was murdered when I was 7 years old. My mother married twice after my father's death, but they were a joke! I searched for love in the wrong type of men. I did not attend college after I graduated from high school, because I had already started dating the wrong type of guys. I gave birth to my son at the age of 19 years old. One year later his father was sentenced to 30 years in prison. I do not even recall being sad when he was sentenced.

I allowed that man to put me through pure hell. I was 19 years old being, physically, verbally, and emotionally abused. I can recall on my son's 1st birthday my mom had to force me to comb my hair, get dressed, and try to smile. (I hate to revisit that part of my life). I visited Atlanta once in 1996 and I said to myself I am moving there. I saw many folks with dreams and aspirations, working hard and living life to the fullest.

I am from Mobile, Al,  I had no dreams and no goals. I moved to Atlanta in 1997 and left my apartment full of furniture and slept on my friend's mother floor for 6 months, until I was able to get an apartment. moving to Atlanta, GA meant moving, as that little girl who had been molested since the age of 5, with no father figure in her life, a year out of an abusive relationship now with a 2 year old son.

I didn't know what to do. I became a teacher at the daycare where my son attended. I was even his teacher. I had no vehicle and no money. I would go to the bus stop not even having money to get on the bus, but God would always and I mean always make a way.

October 31, 1997 my oldest brother was murdered in Mobile, Al at the age of 25 years old. I began to feel more numb. I can't explain how I felt, because I had no feelings. I cried a whole lot because we were so very close. In 1998 I was blessed to be apart of the PIC program. I went to medical assistant school and became a medical assistant. I was able to have consistent employment and income for my son and I. Even though I had a career in the medical field, I continued to carry my childhood memories, insecurities, and low self-esteem with me. On September 4, 2002 the guy that I would see off/on asked me to move in with him.