What makes me, me? Well for starters I'm not like everyone else, I don’t “go with the flow” yes we are human and sometimes I do wing it. but I am my own person.

From early life, I had a ruff upcoming. Both of my parents did drugs while I was in the house. I had moved so much that by the time I reached age five I had moved fifteen different times. When I was about six I was taken out of the house because as I said my parents did drugs. My grandmother then adopted me, at first I hated it. When I was seven my mom lost her rights to see me for if she did the police would be called. Growing up I consistently had children and youth in my life, they didn’t leave until I was about eight or nine. About two years or so I started calling my grandmom “mom”. For the longest time I hated my bio mom cause for the longest time I thought that she chose drugs over me and I wasn’t too pleased also every one of my family members told me that she chose drugs over her own blood and flesh.

When I hit thirteen I wrote my bio mom a letter and surprisingly she wrote back. When she wrote back at that time it would have been two years that I was smoking and drinking. My mom didn’t like the fact at all that I was smoking but I did it anyway I was my way of dealing with stress and stuff. Between twelve and thirteen I was a huge cutter but I got help and for a while, I was hopping around person to person trying to get help.

For now, I’m just gonna leave it at that. Hope some people can relate to this, and I hope you liked this. Drop a comment and a like if you did.