I had a lot of pain inside of me, I would ask myself how I'm going to do it, can I keep going with this pain? I would tell myself "Don't give up" so I wiped my tears and kept going on with my day.
At age 10 or younger I was physically abused by my dad, the one that everyone looked up to except for me! The first time was when I lived in Puerto Rico.
At age 12 I was raped by one of my family members and by one of my family friends. I was devastated because I was touched and I felt dirty! I felt like a unworthy child and I always told myself it was my fault and that person kept touching me until we moved to Houston.