I almost took my own life due to this view.
Things did get worse; my life was threatened. Was it just talk? I didn’t stick around to find out.
I dropped out.
Then, my mom called the school and I was assigned a tutor for most of senior year.
Despite my peers voicing their disgust, I attended graduation.
For the next 19 years, life would be full of strife and struggle, but I did have my mom who advocated tirelessly for my well-being. I came to know Jesus and accepted Him into my life. Some of my family-my “real” family came to accept me. I was hospitalized over 20 times, but managed to go on two small vacations with my family.