Broken : The Most Shocking Childhood Story Ever Told

by Shy Keenan

The feared social outcasts, rejected and discriminated against because someone else committed a crime upon them.

I’m not a victim: this word only describes what happened to me; it doesn’t define me. Nor am I a survivor: this almost suggests I’m over it, when this isn’t true either. I am a Phoenix, rising from the ashes of a broken life, an ongoing survival in progress.

food rotting in the now warmer fridge would bring even more tears to your eyes. When

He seemed pleased with me. “Hop

With no anchor, I couldn’t see myself in my past, my present or my future. I was like another person, trapped inside the shattered remains of an old human being, trying to make all the broken parts work and survive day to day. I was like a human ghost ship drifting on a wild and treacherous sea, with the hull ripped away and nothing left inside of it.

society. I had not always believed in myself and had perhaps been too ready to see what I couldn’t do because of my childhood, rather than what I could do, despite it.

I’m not stronger because of them or what they did to me, I’m stronger despite them and because of me.