Someone Cared Enough to Reach Out

When I was 16 there was a major investigation of the hospital I was in which led to some major changes....One being that I was transferred to a better facility where the object was to address why I was there in the first place. It was a hospital still.... But in another part of the state and as different as night and day.
There was a lady (angel) who worked there ...God Bless Her.....Who saw a child in need....... Reached out to me and finally after 16 years...Put a stop to the injustice. If it weren't for this wonderful person I don't think I would have survived another year. She became my guardian and welcomed me into her home. With her love and the love of her family....I slowly was able to learn to trust and love in a normal way.....I can't express enough my love for her.

I never knew the joys of play as a child
the comfort of a mothers love
the firm guidance of a fathers hand
the silliness of a siblings laughter.

but I learned...Perhaps the hard way.......What unconditional love really is....

It's the person who will take you as you are....even damaged

..And find you

worthy of being nourished.

Listen....

Do you hear a child?

Life As I Knew It

For the next two years I spent half my time in the hospital and the other half as a runaway. Whenever the opportunity arose, I took advantage of it and would run for as far and long as I could. There were many more horror stories that I could tell of the times that I was on the 'run' ...but I'm tired..

tired of reliving them and tired of letting them overpower me.

There were equally as many horror tales from when I would be returned to the hospital....Times of being made to watch people get 'shock treatment' and told that I would have it as well if I didn't quit running away.... The time I was put in solitary confinement for 3 solid months as punishment when I came back from running away. All just a day in the life of a teenager.....But I don't want to waste anymore time on writing about the horrors...

I want to finally get to the end of this story.

The good part.....

The part where someone finally heard me.