I was born in a disfunctional family, my father was an emotional abusive drunk and my mom was depressed. When I was almost 2yrs old she took my brother and me and fled. We went to live with grandma and grandpa until I was 6. Thatís when she married Herbert, my stepdad. He had a divorce before as well and mom and him would fight a lot. I got bullied at school and return to a difficult home situation afterwards. Mom was depressed and would often take it out on me, so I grew up thinking that my mom didnít love me.
My dad remarried too, his wife was devorced as well and has a child of her previous marriage, Kevin, heís 2 years older than me. A few days before I turned 16, he sexually abused me after which I was admitted into psychiatry. Four months later, when my mom and stepdad were taking me back after having spent the weekend at home, we got into a car accident. Herbert, my father figure, died.
After I recovered from a complicated pelvis fracture, I went back to school and finished secundary school. When I started going to university I got into new depression though, since mom wanted to remarry, when I hadnít processed my stepdadís death yet. I got back into psychiatry, after a year they referred me to another hospital, where I was an inpatient for another year and I got day therapy for another year, during which I got raped by a stranger in my house. I never received help for that. I finished therapy after which I was good for a year and then had another depression due to stress.
Thatís when I got into a church where the pastor abused me emotionally. I went there for 3 years, I left in the beginning of October 2014, and am doing day therapy again, because I am depressed now.
I feel like I never really had a chance to have a happy life and Iím hoping that I could start being happy again now. I have a lot I still have to deal with, but I have dreams. Iíd love to be a nurse and to have a family of my own one day.