My homelife was horrible from birth, as both my parents had severe mental health disorders. All of their disorders caused my life to be a living hell. At 16 years old, I found myself on my own. I worked in fast food, so I didn't make much. Even though I had so little, kettles of vultures swarmed constantly, looking for every vulnerable opportunity, milking me dry of what little I did have. I counted over 30 places where I laid my head before I turned 24 years old. That time was very tough...I really have no idea how I survived it, but I did. Now, I am on the other side trying to reach out to others so that they do not have to fight this battle alone. I get it, it is so hard, scary, and literally all that can be done to figure out the next resting place, much less the food that is so necessary for survival. If you are here, know that you are welcome, and your pain will not go unnoticed here. We SEE you, we CARE about you, YOU are IMPORTANT!
❤️ Kimi