taytaycheer

I'm writing this to help those of you, who are suicidal, or don't think it gets better. I'm not going to sit here and say it's going to be better tomorrow, because I don't know that. I'm going to share my story, and let you see how I defied the odds, and lived.    I guess I should start with my childhood. When I was 6 years-old, my biological father Scott needed money for drugs and alcohol. I was the right I guess for what the pervs wanted. I only saw my "father" on the weekend, but every weekend for the next three years would be hell. Scott got despreate, he needed to fuel his addiction, and sadly that meant I would have to give up my chil