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To Hell And Back

To Hell and Back.... A Survivor's Story Of Hope And Healing To Hell and Back.... A Survivor's Story Of Hope And Healing I stand in awe at the simple fact that I am ALIVE today and here able to share my story with others who have endured some of the same adversities in life. I would like to share my story and in doing that I hope to offer hope and healing to those who have lost the flicker of light burning within them. I am a 22-year-old female who has truly been through hell and back. I was born to drug-addicted parents who were in a satanic cult. As a result I was placed into the foster care system. By the time I was five years old, I was already in five foster homes and had already lost my precious innocence through sexual abuse and multiple beatings. At six years old I was placed in a home where I would be adopted. At first I thought this home was paradise. I had a mom for the first time that truly loved me and cared for me. She held me and gave me all the love and nurture a child needs. Going into that home, I already had all the baggage left by the trauma I had endured and as a result I needed a lot of help. Sometime during that year, I told my mom what one of my foster parents had done to me. She was so loving and caring. I remember she just held me and cried. I ended up testifying against that family which was pretty scary for a six year old. To be on the stand having to point to the perpetrators who hurt me, having them look straight in my eyes. In the end though, that family was put into jail and I was put into therapy. For the next year in a half things were getting to be "normal" for me...except for a little secret that I had hidden in me. My adoptive dad started to sexually abuse me. I wasn't scared or anything. I didn't think it was bad because he wasn't violent like my old foster parents. He was gentle and never was mean to me. He told me that this was our little secret. I never told my mom and to this day...I somehow regret that. Shortly after my 7th birthday, my

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