Even though, I can not share who I am, I hope this story inspires you. Life never promised a easy, no bumps in the road type of life. Of course, no one deserves what people go through. But, we do. And their isn't much we can do about it. Except keep our heads held high, and hope to make it through the day.
Well. By now you're probably wondering, Okay, what is this crazy lady talking about?
Good question.
Although, I have read all the stories on this site, and I know I can not compare to their hardships, I hope I make a connection with someone on here.

Well, I guess I'll begin with,

Once Upon a Time, I entered middle school.
I was just a little twelve year old then. Not knowing my life, was about to crumble around me. I just finished the fifth grade, and like Erin's story in an earlier chapter, I struggled with lisp as well. I also went to speech, and dealt with all that. My uncle, teachers, and people around me made of me, some indirectly, some directly. It made me fall into a depression, although I plastered a smile on my face, laughed a laugh.
But, I was screaming inside.
I wore hoodies, ripped jeans, and shoes that fell apart. I kept my hair in a ponytail, and wore no make up. I never let myself feel good. I always let myself get beat up, emotionally, and spiritually.

But, I made it through.

Seventh grade.

My hands are shaking, just writing this.

Let’s just say, it all began with a note.

My uncle did horrible things to me.

That’s all that I wrote. I ended up having to hand it in to the teacher, who gave it to the counselor. I was in band when she called me in. I remember shaking, as I walked there, thinking I did something wrong.

“You're not in trouble. I just need to talk to you.” I remember taking deep breaths, Is it my sister? Or friend?

We walked into her office, and I managed to sit on her couch, not understanding what was going on.

“This is concerning your uncle.” Then it dawned on me. The note. My legs shook, and my breath quickened as I felt hot tears fill my eyes. Just say he yells a lot. But, something came over me as I spilled what had been going on since I was a little girl.

My uncle had molested me.

I told her everything. She wrote it down, nodding every now and then. Even though, the rest is blank, I can definitely tell you, I was not thinking about the long run. Actually, I wasn’t thinking much at all. It finally ended, and I walked back to class.

I forgot about that trip. I’m not sure why, or how, I did. But, I didn’t remember until I walked in to my sisters, and Mom crying. Then, it hit me.

I just reported my uncle

The next few weeks were filled with tears, intrviews, and teachers looking at me with sympathetic glances. I never realized what my uncle did was wrong until the prosecutors came and told me what was truly going on. I never fully recovered, even though I say I have. Now, I have nightmares, moments of fear, and thoughts no one should have to think.

It finally ended, eventually.

And, the next year we spent picking up the peices. Right when we were doing okay,

My sister ended up in the hospital.

And came home with a feeding tube.

Eight grade.

Where I still am, and will be until May.

A few weeks after my oldest sister got sick and got a feeding tube, another sister was sent to the hospital. And then her twin.

If they didn’t go to the hospital when they did, they’d be dead.

My dad got diabetes. My mom has some other disease.

My mom’s car broke down.
Which meant, no rides to college.

And I’m the only healthy one. Soon, our lives were filled with medicine, hospitals, doctors, and observing eyes. I don’t know how I survived. Or, how we survived. But, about two weeks ago, my oldest sister got her feeding tube removed, and is now getting stronger. We were so happy. I mean, who wouldn’t be? My mom started carpooling with other people. My twin sister got better. Life was getting fixed.

Until, the other twin sister ended up in the hospital this week. We were all shaken up. We didn’t know what to do.

Even though, right now, my life is crashing, I still keep my head up. And smile. I can’t let this pull me down. I have to much life to live!

Well, I guess the meaning of this...excessively long story, is to keep walking through the storms. Even if the waves push you behind, get back up, and keep going. There’s a shore ahead. You may not see it right now, but you’ll be there soon enough. And you’ll be able to look back, and smile. And be able to say, “I made it through Hell and High Waters.”

You’re always stronger on the other end.

So, just keep going. Don’t stop.

Until you reach your beach.

I have no words. Even though this wonderful girl chose to remain anonymous, I feel like I know her. This was...truly inspiring. Thank you for sharing this with us. I can't even begin to understand it must have been for you to write this.

This is why I love our fandom so much...because we all have been through a lot of the same things. I can't tell you guys thank you enough for letting me share your stories, it truly is an honor.

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Notes

I have no words. Even though this wonderful girl chose to remain anonymous, I feel like I know her. This was...truly inspiring. Thank you for sharing this with us. I can't even begin to understand it must have been for you to write this.

This is why I love our fandom so much...because we all have been through a lot of the same things. I can't tell you guys thank you enough for letting me share your stories, it truly is an honor.

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-----If you want to share your story with us, write it all out, and then message me and I will post it. ------

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::Info needed::
Full name ( or anonymous if you want):
Your Story (what is going on in your life?):
note:

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We will have discussions, support groups, daily discussion topics anything you need. I just really wanted to have something to give back to everyone.

Please join and share YOUR story...
Please don't be shy this I will make this a safe place for people to talk about life...

::DISCUSSION TOPIC OF THE DAY::

who has influenced you the most in your life (good or bad)? tell us about it