Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Writer's Workshop Wednesday - Surviving Life by Anonymous

Welcome to Writer's Workshop Wednesday! This is my way of paying it forward to all the people out there who want to start writing, but don't have their own blogs yet, or who are established writers that are looking to appeal to a different audience. I have also opened this up to those who would like to post anonymously about topics that are too difficult to write about publicly. Each week, I will host one or two posts by different writers.

I hope that you enjoy this series, I hope you find some new writers to follow, I hope this helps them out and I hope we can all learn something from them.

Today's piece is an anonymous submission from a writer who opens up a little bit more about her past every time I see what she shares. 

This is a bit of her struggle, an explanation if you will, of how she came to be the person she is today. 

With love and respect, her story.

I have been through a lot in my 30 years on this planet. I've been sexually abused 3 times (twice by family), I've been stalked, I've been tormented. 

While not actually seeing the use, I've seen the effects of an addiction to crack. I was raised by a single mother. We were poor. She didn't always have a job and, if she did, it didn't pay that great. 

I am 7 years older than my brother. I remember being 7 and watching him. I learned, from a young age, how to change and take care of a baby, because my mother was often at work and his Dad wasn't around. 

For a few years, she had a boyfriend that I grew to love, but he was a mama's boy and that ended up not lasting very long. After we'd relocated to Florida, my mother picked up her crack habit again. She worked and she met a man that worked, yet our lights were always getting shut off, we came close to eviction several times. 

Birthdays came and went without much of a gift, if any at all. When we got evicted, we moved in with my aunt. I was 15 and I shared a bedroom with my little brother and cousin. When my grandpa died, we moved back to Kentucky. 

That's when she married the drunk and the beatings began. He never hit me, but he beat my mother on a regular basis. I remember one time, after my appendix ruptured and set up gangrene, I had a to let it heal from the inside out. I wasn't even allowed to go to school, but one bump could cause the healing to come undone and my insides to come out. He started a fight with my mom and I found myself in the middle, hitting him and clinging to his back. 

I admit, my childhood wasn't the best. 

My mother wasn't the best. 

But I'm telling you all of this for a reason. We all have demons in our lives. We all have struggles. Some are bigger than others. Our past can often shape our future. What that shape is depends on you. 

Far too often, people use their past as a scapegoat. I hear it all the time, especially in my family...."I'm the way I am because of my past." "My childhood was so bad, it's natural I'd have a crappy adulthood." 

I'm sorry, but that's absolutely BS. We've all lived our lives as much as we've survived it. Life has given to us as much as it's taken from us. The problem most people have is that they choose to be victimized by their past and use it as an excuse for weakness. 

I decided not to do that. I let my past strengthen me. 

Not many people can say that they've never done drugs, even smoked marijuana. I can. I've NEVER done anything that wasn't prescribed to me. Even then, I only used what I needed and nothing more. My addictions include food and caffeine. I don't smoke, I rarely drink. 

Life isn't suppose to be rainbows and sunshine. It's hard freaking work. And if you've had a crappy childhood, then you might have to work a little harder. But come out of it saying that you SURVIVED. Because that is an amazing feeling and a true test of strength.


  1. I'm glad that you've been able to channel all the difficulties and challenges into the strength of a survivor spirit.

  2. The struggles in life are what make you strong.


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