Warning: This  story contains horrible stuff like abuse (of any kind) suicidal htoughts and other triggering stuff. Proceed with caution when you click the read more. I do not wish to trigger you. But if oyu do continue reading this I can assure you it won’t end badly for the girl in this story.

I can’t do anything right. That is what mommy told me when daddy was out working. I love my mommy. But I can’t understand why she yells at me and talks down on me the way she does. I can be sittingi n my room quietly, drawing when mommy comes in and starts tugging at my hair really hard. She tells me I am useless that I won’t amount to anything.

My name is Celeste and I am 6 years old.

i still love mommy.

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 My mom has started drinking and taking drugs. Dad left us when he found out and mom blames me for it. She’s started hitting me. SOmetimes she uses her belt and sometimes she uses a metal pipe. The name calling has gotten worse. She calls me a dumbass and tells me to die. i thought about it as I held the noose I tied earlier that day. I am too young to know stuff like this…but yet I did.

My name is Celeste. I am now 10 years old.

I still love my mom

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My mom has gone to rehab and I am alone with her new boyfriend. He is ten times worse. He has raped me on multiple occasions. He says that I can’t cook or do anything right. I never told my mom because she never cared about me anyways. I cry in my room while listening to EXO. I held the noose that I tied when I was 10 as I hear my mom come to my door. She was banging on it telling me to open it. I don’t want  to.

My name is Celeste and I am now 16 years old.’

I unfortunately still love my mom.

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My mom’s boyfriend left her and that was the breaking point for my mom. She took her anger out on me. beating me harder nad harder everyday. I was still hoping that she would realize what she was doing was wrong before it was too late but she never did and she kept hurting me. I have the scars and wounds to prove it.  She blames me for her love life failing and that I should die. I thougt about it as I stood on the edge of a bridge above a busy highway.

My name is Celeste and I am now 20 years old.

I hate my mom. Please save me

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I have moved into a place of my own and settled down with a nice guy. I told him about my past and he helped me get my mom arrested. We now have three kids of our own with a fourth one. My husband told me that I can do anything I wanted to if I put my mind to it. I am now a animator ata major animation studio. Me and my dad started tlking again and we have the strongest father/daughter bond ever. I have stopped having suicidal thoughts.

What I have learned is not matter how bad it may seem that everything will be ok. There is a light in the darkness. That we have to be strong and not give in.

My name is Celeste and I am noe 30 yearls old.

And for once in my life I am happy.