I Wanted To Die...Untill Somebody Cared
My name is Kimberly, I'm 20 years old from Canada and I wanted to share a little about where God has brought me from. I grew up with a dysfunctional family situation. My mother was a teenage mother and my father was an abusive alcoholic. By the time I was three years old my parents had split due to the abuse my father had displayed to my brothers and me.
Most of my life I lived with my grandparents who did all they could to raise my brother and I right. They were our main support, teaching us right from wrong and showing us unconditional love.
As I got older I started to ask questions about my father, who was he. I always wanted to be "Daddy's" little girl and I was searching to have that in my life. There came a time when my mother, who also lived with my grandparents, thought I was old enough to start having visits with my father if I wanted to.
I thought my life was complete. Finally I had a father and I was his little girl just like I dreamed. Things were great... so I thought. My father being an alcoholic started to physically and sexually abuse me. Now... something I had longed for my whole life, turned into a huge nightmare. Not being able to say anything due to threats I started to separate myself from everyone. I hated who I was and wanted to die. Then, "IF" things could not get worse, my grandparents moved three hours away. My only support was gone; I had nothing to live for anymore.
Things just kept getting worse and more out of control. My mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer and was in and out of hospitals for treatments which left me alone most of the time. I had finally had enough and I called my grandparents and told them I could not handle my life anymore. Shortly there after I moved in with them but things got worse. Although I was out of the abuse I was still fighting the battles as a result from it. I ended up in a physic-ward twice, placed on a bunch of pills and labeled everything in the book. Between cutting, smoking weed and taking prescription pills I was slowly killing myself and I did not care, I wanted to die.
I came to Freedom Village in February 2006. I was shown love, told that I was someone, and that I could become someone if I allowed Christ to change me. I ended up getting saved six months into my program. Since that time God has done some many things in my life and I am so grateful to be alive today.
Today... I am a "dean in training", helping new girls just like somebody helped me. In addition, I am involved with the "New Life Singers" traveling and sharing what God has done for me. I can't thank God enough for what he has done for me.
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