My journey to be saved
I have always struggled with pretty much everything ever since I was born, back in 1991. I was sort of a grumpy child, but extremely creative and full of imagination too. I was easily captivated, so much so that I quickly lacked confidence and failed to forge my own identity. When my father abandoned us around age 5, I started acting differently. I began much more difficult than I already was, and unbeknownst to me, my brain was starting to modify from what it was originally meant from, and I rapidly became a tomboy — whereas a few years earlier, I was perfectly comfortable wearing dresses and playing with dolls. The following years of my life, from elementary school to junior high, were extremely difficult. I was constantly bullied and had no identity of my own. My main problem, among the fact that I struggled to make friends and felt totally inadequate, was that I have a livid fear of boys, and men altogether. For some reason, every time I encountered a boy or a ma...