Have you ever felt life doesn’t have a meaning or purpose for you? Have you ever been rejected everywhere that you thought you were all alone by yourself? How did you get through that toughest time of your life?
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Have you ever felt life doesn’t have a meaning or purpose for you? Have you ever been rejected everywhere that you thought you were all alone by yourself? How did you get through that toughest time of your life?
I just had a heated argument with my parents over my school grades. I left the house for my friend’s, whose house was just few blocks away from mine. Few minutes away from my block, some people dragged me into s nearby lawn by the roadside. There were two of them, I was carried into a bush around the neighborhood, they were not people I recognized. I was raped in turn. I was numb, I couldn’t lift myself. I wasn’t in great pains. I found myself at the hospital the next day, didn’t know you. The pain was so much. But the great pain came when I was diagnosed HIV positive. What could be worse than that? I wanted to end my life. I will forever be indebted to my parents. They stood by me and made sure I didn’t go through the phase alone. I was put on medication, and since it was detected very early, I was perfectly fine. I was down mentally. As time went by, I found purpose, things started exciting me again. I started engaging in volunteering activities to help create awareness on HIV/AIDS. My lowest point in life gave me fresh purpose to live.
When I was 13, my dad took me to my mom, he couldn’t take care of me again cos of his wife (my step mom). My mom wasn’t exactly so happy to see me, she was living with her boyfriend in a small town. I wasn’t comfortable there either as her boyfriend was always having issues with me. I felt like a stranger, like she wasn’t my mom. One morning, I woke up to find the house empty. My mom and her boyfriend had left me. I was already 16 at that time. I couldn’t reach out to my dad, if he really wanted me, he wouldn’t have sent me to my mom. I felt so alone. I was rejected by my very own parents. I still live in the house my mom left me with, hoping that she shows up one day. I’ve still never seen my dad since he day he dropped me off, I never reached out to him and he’s never reached out either.