During my struggle with depression I felt like I was missing something in my life. Something that I did not know. What I did know was what I had lost. I had lost my innocence. I lost all self respect for myself. I was forced to grow up to soon. I finally began admitting to myself that memories of past sexual abuse were real and hurting deep inside. I recognized that I struggle day to day with an eating disorder. I also began to realize I have tried to fill this emptiness inside in various ways, to only end in disappointment.

I began to ask myself what the purpose of my life is? I could not find any meaning. I could hope that my experiences could lead me to guide others in their own struggles. But, I still craved for a comfort I could not find.

Since beginning this page, I have been on a very long walk. I am not sure still where I am going. I now feel the only way to move on in my life is to deal with everything in my past and present for what they really are.

Many people have given me hope over the past few years and I cherish their words to me. Here, I share some of their words.