my story for those who suvived

Chapter three  What makes you sad happy and angry?_ Now draw a person explain psycal sensations when you feel angry  Write a letter you won’t send : Write a letter you’ll send today : Who is in your circle of love: Who inspires you and why ? Write your long term and short term goals: List five people and what you think they think of you? Now write what they actually think of you? How full is your mind write down a bubble that repsents your mind. And next how full is your heart ? Last time you were happy? If I was an animal I would be ? If I was a instrument I would be? If I was a colour I would be : Write down your envy : What you would change about yourself: What are the things you’ve lost : Tell your self five things about yourself:  Write Five complimetnts about yourself :  Three negatives about yourself that you want to change: What are your favorite poems? Your favorite author: And finally your favorite  film?

Chapter two part to of the horrendous torcher that excited in my life I was 13 and the men at this point we’re adding up. Each men were different races and had there own fetishes for example they would tie me up like 50 shades but forced but I learnt to look at random pictures on the walls in a room while Wesley would sit on the stairs waiting to make sure I done it right meanwhile he was making money of my body. When I got home I would scratch at my arms as I just felt numb just as if I was floating away further from who I was. I would read days little secret , listen to family portrait even though it wasn’t my dad it gave me comfort. I then got taken into the care system this is where my life got worse. I closed up putting on a mask fauling behind at school, becoming numb I ended up in a four bedroom care home we’re I would run away to meet Wesley shop shire to Birmingham quite a distance for a eighteen year old. I would get beaten up by the older kids and bullied. By this time self ...

I always known I was different from a child.i went to nusary I was so creative with no care in the world I had no responsibility.I wanted to be a supper hero and save the world even though I was premature and six months behind every one else.The world looked so big and I was so small I was later to learn I was autistic well on the spectrum . ( This didn't mean anything at the time). I was a happy child finding my way in the humungase world.It was very important to me to be invisable at the time as other children could be so noicy it hurt like funder on a tree agnosing!. I needed ruteenand to do things repeatedly each day.i would have meltdowns over the smallest things growing up .I didn't have a bond with my mom as such as how I'll I was .My mom also suffers with depression after I was born.i blamed myself for that as a child.But never the less I was a happy child with no care in the world. As I got older from the age of six I could do at the age of six what children at the...

This book I wrote based on my hurendoce expirence of human trafficking many people may not know what humman trafficking is .This book aims To spread knowledge and touch the hearts of the reader.opening their minds to a world they may never of seen.over the years I wanted to share my story but never knew the words.But today that changed. I'm twenty one years old and the future awaits me I have expirenced human trafficking first hand and mental health problems this makes me feel I can help someone else out there going though it. As I am now a suvived not a victim at the hands of others.This book will take you on a journey and may even give closure to people knowing their is always hope and that if you think your life means nothing now let me tell you your wrong. Wher e were my world began August 07, 2020 I always known I was different from a child.i went to nusary I was so creative with no care in the world I had no responsibility.I wanted to be a supper hero and save the world even ...