Real Stories

I am 22 with an old soul. Every inch of me is a representation of my grandmother; the way that I cook, the jokes I make, the songs that I listen too, and the way I present myself as a woman. My grandmother took me into her custody at one year old... Read more

As a child growing up in a broken home, it was extremely hard for me to create and hold onto healthy relationships. Bouncing from parent to parent and town to town made it very difficult to stay in touch with any of the friends that I had in school... Read more

My brother was everything to me. I wish we had stayed together. By Jeremiyah S. Growing up, my brother and I were known as the twin towers. We're both very tall and we both played basketball. Lots of times we'd play together, and while I'm good, he'... Read more

My Father raped me and said it was love. I can remember hiding in the bathroom when I was small, scared that my father was going to touch me in places where I did not feel comfortable. Some days when my mother would go out, I would... Read more