Part 2 to my story. I ended up in a mental hospital for about 2 months. After I got out I was “okay” for about a year. Then I started to do drugs it was the only thing that would numb the pain. Then my mom abandoned me, it way one of the hardest things I ever went through and I went through a lot. My mom was my rock my everything, and then she left. I ended up home hopping, I was lucky to get a shower, eat something, sleep on a bed, all the things people take for granted. I ended up getting with this guy he was perfect. He got me off drugs, gave me a place to sleep, gave me his clothes to wear. Then he changed he started hitting me, raping me, and destroying me. I got so depressed that I got under 90 pounds, keep in mind I am tall. I ended up have seizures and went to the hospital. They had to give me fluids and they kept me for a while. I was put in a better home with my other siblings. My younger sister recently died and now I am just trying to make it day by day.