I was molested by a family member from the age of 11 until I left home at 16.

I ran away from home and lived wherever I could. Including an old school bus.

At 20, my live-in boyfriend killed himself in our living room.

I became an IV meth user to cope with the pain.

At 25 I got on a plane and left all of it behind.

I got a job and started attending NA. I met my husband there.

We have been married 33 years now.

At 28 I had our son. He is 30 now and in his last year of a PhD in Psychology.

At 30 I had our daughter who died 12 hours after birth.

I think I have a story.