Being a teenager is not easy. Growing up I suffered great loss. A loss of hope, a loss of faith and a loss of will. Fighting through each day in heartache, and fear bleeding a pain that I could never express in words. I fought through my life through my writing. Every emotion, every tear, and every thought I wrote on paper. I can only hope and wish that young women coming of age in today’s world can understand that no matter how bad life seems to be at that moment, it does get better. I have learned through the years that life is worth the fight. My wish, no my hope is that through my history, through my words I can help others live the life they long.
