make peace with the past

So hurt in my past… The things I went through at the hands of other children (the cruellest children you’ll ever find), and for no reason other than because I was a good kid (they were punishing me for being a good kid by doing some horrific, inhuman things. The children and I were 10 at the time. You’d never think children were capable of doing what they did to me). Through it though, now as an 18 year old girl, I’ve been a Christian for 4 years. In those 4 years I’ve grown so strongly in Christ, and I know He’s healing me at this very moment, in a process of helping me to not suffer the emotional effects of the torment I went through any longer. New York is such a cruel place to grow up as a good kid.