As a child I grew up in a home where failure wasn't an option. From the time I was born until I was 16 years old, all I knew in my life was that love with something that you earned. My dad the man that was supposed to love me the most in the world put me threw mental, physical , and emotional abuse. I've had black eyes and bruises all over my body, I've been choked in different ways to the point that blood vessels busted In my face, I've been throw across rooms, stepped on, I have been told that I was worthless, that I was a waste of space, that I was a failure, and many many explicit horrible things. But no one knew the true extent except for my sister. I lived behind a mask of fake happiness. Two weeks before my 17th birthday I went to jail. It was only for a night and I got out the next day and immediately moved in with my Nana and Papa. My Nana and Papa are God-fearing people and threw their love and patience I got shown that love wasn't something you had to earn. You didn't have to be perfect. And I was good enough. I started going back to church and actually paying attention. And I fell in love with the Lord. God reinforced all the things I was being shown. He showed me he never left me. He was always there telling me how worthy I was. I've loved the Lord since the day I turned 17 June 7, 2011 he is still healing fixing, and mending my broken heart, but I can tell you that the cycle of abuse and anger is broken in my life. I want my future kids to know that they don't have to earn my love. That my love for them started before they were even a thought. For anyone reading this. You are so worthy! You don't have to stay stuck in the past. YOU CAN BREAK THE CYCLE.