Once Broken, But Not Destroyed!

As I look back over my life, my heart was broken but I wasn’t destroyed, Many people tried to take advantage of me like I was some kind of a toy. When I was a child, I had this fixation that I knew what love is all about, I cried a lot because that was the only way for me to get things out. As a teenager, I lost the dearest person to me, who was my mother, I was angry with God because the pain that I felt was like no other. My parents taught me how to be the best Christian all I can be, When I finally got to know God for myself, I was definitely set free. As I became older I carried around so much hurt and so much pain, I know I wasn’t easy to deal with, but the family must have felt drained. At times I had to express my anger by fighting and hurting myself, The more I keep writing, one day I will see my book on the bookstore shelf The most devastating thing I remember was the time I was raped, At the time it was happening I didn’t have the strength to escape. It also hurt when no one had faith enough to believe in me, I tried to deal with the rape by becoming rebellious as I can be. I thought by going to talk to a psychiatrist would have helped replace my anger, Instead of making things better, he just helped himself on me and putting me in danger. I didn’t want to live after all these things that happened in my life, If I had killed myself, today I wouldn’t have become a wife. A lot of people thought that I wouldn’t make something of myself, They would look down on me like I was some kind of weird elf. Through all of this, God showed me what TRUE love was all about. I have to give him all the praise and honor with a loud shout. I was a type of person that was definitely misunderstood, I just wanted somebody to take the time out with me if they could. Well, the devil thought that I was destroyed but I was yet broken, I can truly say that I’m no longer his rebellious T-O-K-E-N