I GOT THE POWER IN THE PALM OF MY HAND

This is a personal story, involving real and true life events.

This is to all the girls who grew up in broken homes.

I was born and raised as an only child, which made my family a family of three. Me, and my parents. My home was never peaceful. My parents would fight everyday every chance they got. My Father was always bearing my Mother. They separated a thousands times and somehow still ended up together over ad over again. They were times i could pray for their permanent separation. I got tired of the screams, the cursing, the blood running down the floor and echoes of haunting nightmares. It was the kind of home were out even days a week we only got a single day to act like a normal family.

Because of their separations, i lived with so many different people because my parents could not take careof me. I went from home to home like a foster kid. And tell you what, living in people's houses knowing fully well you are not wanted there but you still stay cause you have no where else to go is the most hardest and saddest thing ever. And its even worse knowing those people are literally your relatives not some strangers. And the fact that none of them never wanted me to finish my studies, even though it's been the one thing i yearn for.

They never wanted and still do not want me to finish my studies because am the first in line being the intelligent one among many. Am the first to never repeat a single grade not even once. And the first being young and focused on studies.

Currently i still don't live with my parents, and where i am they never want to send me to college even though they have the capability. So, recently i applied for January intake Scholarship. And i know i will get enrolled, my God is good.

I have faced abuse a thousands of times, and in my own home my own Father attempted to rape me a couple times. My own Father called me a mistake. I have carried the weight of my childhood trauma for far too long. And i am tired of being sad and moping about it. I have been wanting people to talk to, and maybe get help and God knows i have been trying my hardest to not let myself break badly. A lot tell me am strong, but i am only human am not made of stone. I cry too when things get hard. I break.

And am a person who just recently made a choice to learn to love myself, give myself a safe space to heal and let myself grow and glow, to believe in myself and believing that God got me. And i am going to finish my studies! I am a believer, and i know there's no Glory without a Story and i know God is bout to a brand new thing in my life.

So, if there's anyone else out here who can relate, in doubt, in bondage and usure of their future. I want you begin now, we can walk through the path of change together. It all starts with you. Understand and know your worth. Tell yourself you are enough, you are not a mistake and it's time to take what is meant for you. You got the power!