I did that when I was in high school, my father found out when it was at page 19. From then on, I stopped writing. I burned all the stuff I wrote along with all the letters and cards. It took me almost 3 hours. Fortunately, I started blogging on January 2003, and it’s been over 5 years. It’s different, though, more like me talking to myself. At least I could be my best friend.
When I was younger, I didn’t have anyone to talk to, I thought all the families were like mine, I thought what I’d been through was normal, I thought the reason I was punished all the time was because I was not good enough, until I read a book about child abuse. So I wanted to write a book about it, hope it may help stop and make people more aware of child abuse.
I try to stay emotionally stable, I’m not sure if I can finish the book in the end. But I know I should do this because it kills me to see even just one more victim.
