I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this or not. But I wanted to show my strength through the justice system of mine.
On April 11, 2019 I was suppose to have my trial. Last year from today I found out my abuser moved the court case.
I was mad. I was angry. I was sad. All I could do was scream and cry. I was not only mad with my abuser but God also.
Looking back now, I wouldn’t change anything. Because I was in the middle of darkness, I couldn’t see the light. But now I do.
My abuser is locked up in prison for 20 years. He wouldn’t have pleaded guilty if we had trial sooner. God knew I couldn’t do it. He wanted to protect me.
My family grew so much strength. And I did too. I am now sharing my story as much as I can. I am spreading awareness. I will always do this. I will be a advocate or detective to help other victims.
I am not done with my story yet. My story will be done when God knows my story is done.
I hope y’all notice that you can get through any trial. If that’s court, COVID-19, abuse, or whatever it is we can get through it. It’s called STRENGTH.
Keep in mind, I was only 14 years old. I had to go through the legal system for a year and two months. I wanted to die. I had someone very very close to me pass away also. But I continued.....
And I am now an inspiration, advocate to myself and to other people, and going to always be a survivor.
I am only 15 years old ❤️ there is hope through this tunnel I promise