story of child abuse, self-esteem issues, and homelessnessIf love was love there would be no pain and if pain was love there would be plenty of it. l was a child; I have been abused. At a tender age, I slept on verandahs and cold floors. At the age of 6, I was defiled. Life became so hard because I was not loved. Beatings, threats, abusive language was my food. Pain and sorrow filled my heart and tears became my best friend. At the age of 20, I ran away from home to the streets. I got a man who also mistreated me. I got sick and had nowhere to go, so I went back home. I got a mobile money job and a lot of money was stolen. I ended up in jail and spent a week there. When I came out, I was chased away. I got another poor man for support till I could make it on my own. My life was affected so much that my self esteem is too low. I was always hiding from people. I had no friends in my life and was always sick. I wish I knew organizations that fought child abuse that would have helped me in my battle. I would tell someone in a similar situation to seek help from organizations and trust in God.
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