Hello everyone!
Do you think that you can help us? We are starting a campaign that has to do with people, "even you"!!!
If you have had these things happen to you please help us.
rape
abuse
neglect
you don't fit in
molestation
There are more, but this is a starting point to where we need your help.
Even if you have not had these things happen to you. We still care about what your story is.
We want to stop these things from happening. So if you know of any one that has a story to tell have them add us.
There are lots of ways that you can help.We are in the process of haveing our web page up, we will keep you posted.If you would like to help here is how:
#1 Tell every one about us.
#2 take pictures with your friends or family.
#3 put this on the picture's:
MY LIFE___ YOUR LIFE___
#4 Tell people that you support in stopping
people from being scared
#5 tell people that they do have a story no matter what it is
#6 decorate the pitures if you would like.
#7 send the pictures to us so that other's can see what you have been through.
You never know, your story could change someones life.We hope that we have influenced you to want to make a difference. these people have felt that it was nice to share there story's. We hope that these will touch your hearts, and make it to where you would like to make a difference.We will try our best to make sure that we don't miss any one down the list.Hi my name is MERISA:
I grew up in what seemed like the perfect Christian home. On the outside looking in, you could believe that we were a family of five beautiful children and two very loving and Godly parents. Sadly this isn't true. My father grew up in a very abusive home, and in turn didn't heal from all the pain and suffering he went through that he didn't treat me or any of my brothers and sisters properly. In public he was the ever loving father that seemed to treat his daughters like princesses and his sons were his pride and joy. On the inside where nobody could see, I was treated like dirt. My father verbally, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically destroyed me. I was broken into tiny pieces and had a hard time putting myself back together. I was a kid that was homeshooled through elementary so I thought it was normal that your father was mean. When I got to grade 7 my mother enrolled me into a private Christian school. At this point in my life my faith was what I believed to be strong because I had pushed all the pain aside once I saw other kids and their fathers. I didn't have friends in highschool. I didn't think anybody cared, and generally they didn't. Meanwhile, when I was going through a deep depression my parents broke up and got back together again several times. NOT GOOD. I love my mother, we are very close, but I am not like her. She has so much grace, compassion, understanding, and forgivenss that she would forget what my father did to her and to us, even when he had a girlfriend while they were still married. I went through a lot of things, suicidal thoughts included. Finally in my grade eleven year my parents divorced. After all the abuse and hurt I went through I thought it was over. I thought I was free. But the thing was I had bottled up all the hurt, pain and even hatred towards my father and it was taking its toll. The friendships I thought I had made crumbled, and my relationships with family strained. I kind of grew up, I forgave my father for all the hurt and pain. The thing is even though I know I am healed by God and I can trust God. I can never trust, love, or have a relationship with my earthly father. He ruined that. My parents are dating again . . . . well they are dating eachother. I hope one day my father will heal of his brokeness and be able to be a good person. I can pray about it to but I know that things will never be right between us.Hi my name is AIDEN: Here is my story ummmm sooo, basically i lived in londonfor 10 years of my life. (before-i lived in idaho fallsand katie was my bestest friend at our church, what manycall the 'skateboard' church, which is a catolic place inthe middle of town) so my dad got a job offer in london,and we moved there. (woooOO hoOO! best place eVeR!)happily and perfectly my family flourished, until thatfateful day when i came home from private school early...i saw my mum and dad fighting and a woman trying to holdthem apart, i atomatically assumed that it was my dad'slover... i was wrong. my mother is and i suppose alwayshas been, more interested in women then men. the womanpulling them apart was ann, my mum's mistriss (i guess youcould say...), and my mum was demanding a divorce from mydad. so it began.. i was warranted to my mother and hergirlfriend (who is probably just about 4 years older thanme, i should just add in...) and my sis got lucky and wasto remain in london with my father, so my mum decided thatwe were moving back to idaho and that i was to behomeschooled. i can't even go to church anymore because mymum is the nonreligious one in our family and i can'tdrive. i basically sit around at my house all day, beinghomeschooled, playin xbox, sitting... i found myspace, andbasically, the internet is my only interaction with ppl...i found katie again. dearest katie. yup. great fun.OVER MY SHOLDER
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MY LIFE COMES TO AN END
AND ALL I SEE IS YOUR FACE
WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME
TO MAKE ME SEE YOU LAST
OH YEA I REMEMBER
YOU HURT ME IN MORE THEN ONE WAY
YOU MADE MY LIFE HELL
I HAVE SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE
LOOKING OVER MY SHOLDER
MAKING SURE YOU DONT COME BACK
YOU HURT ME SO WHAT NOW
YOU ATTACKED ME
YOU ALMOST KILLED ME
NO BECAUSE YOU WOULD HAVE KILLED ME
BUT BECASUE I WANTED TO
AND I TRYED TO DIE
BUT IT DIDNT WORK
MY SISTER TOOK THE PILLS AWAY
AND THEN I RAN AWAY
THE WHOLE TIME LOOKING OVER MY SHOLDER
BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID TO ME
AND NOW I WILL CONTINUALY SPEND
MY WHOLE LIKE LOOKING OVER MY SHOLDER
