"I hate you!" she said. I'll never forget the sound of her voice nor the look in her eyes. The rage still shakes me to the core of my being. I died emotionally that day. If momma doesn't love me, who will? If momma doesn't care what happens to me, why should I?
What do I do? I turn onto a dark road called Self Destruction. I am the walking dead. In search of love, I look for it in all the wrong places. I allowed people to misuse my mind, use my body, and abuse my soul. As I got older, I found out that I had a crippling disability called Don't Know God Itis. Finding out was bittersweet. Bitter, because I didn't know God.Sweet because I didn't know God, therefore I couldn't possibly know or love myself. I want help. I need help, so I go to rehab.
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