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For some of you that don't know, I go by JesusFreak1994, but my real name is Keira! I'm 17 and I just recently accepted the Lord as my Savior. I've been through so many ups and downs to get me where I am today. I just wanted to share a little bit about my journey.
I was born May 24, 1994 in Greenville, South Carolina. My birth mother was unable to care for me, because she was young and abusing drugs. She also had other children, one's I didn't know about, but now do. As far as I know, I was neglected, abused, and ignored. I was left in my carseat in the rain for 3 hours, I have horrible diaper rash scars from it. I had blisters the size of a fist from sitting in a soiled, soaking wet diaper. I had braids so tight, that when I was put into a foster home, they had to just cut my hair because I had so many sores. I slept in a box when I was first born, I drank soda instead of milk, and I definitely did not get the nutrition a newborn was supposed to have.
I was in my birth mother's care on and off for about 10 months, finally CPS put me into my birth aunt's care. I cried every night, I didn't sleep, I wouldn't eat, just cry all the time. I don't know how it happened but by the power of the Lord, after a few days I was placed into another home. Little did I know, I was going to be adopted and be where I am today.
The foster parents I stayed with, adopted me when I was 14 months old. They had adopted 2 children already, and had one of their own. I was skinny, bald, sores in my head, burns on me from the iron and cigarettes, and I slept in a box for weeks when I was taken to them. They said I was probably the worst case of child neglect they had seen. It took a lot of therapy and love for me to grow up and learn that I was loved by my new family. All my life we had foster children in and out of the house because my parents were well-known foster parents and my dad was the liaison for the South Carolina Foster Parent Association. The kids would come and go, some we would be attached, and others I was glad they left. The next few years, my parents adopted 3 more children and then they stopped. My dad had fell 25 feet to the ground from stadium bleachers and broke his back and fractured his skull. So he couldn't really do much after that.
In December of 2005, the family packed up and moved to Warner Robins, Georgia to be closer to my grandparents and that is where I reside today.
Coming from the background of neglect and abuse I was born into has played a huge role in my psychlogical being. It's only natural when your in a family with so many genetic backgrounds and different family circumstances. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but we all struggle with some sort of problems. Whether it be psychological, mental, or physical. Like I said, it comes with the territory. And my parents have done a wonderful job of raising us.
Now I want to talk to you about how I found God:
Growing up, we weren't the type of family to attend church regularly. We went to private Christian schools through elementary school, but never really attended church. When we moved to Georgia, I was in elementary school. A few years passed and I was in highschool (2008). That was the beginning of a halicious period in my life. In 9th grade, I was raped by a friend. My whole world flipped upside down. I started acting out (aggressively and sexually), I was depressed and overall just mad at the world. I didn't tell my parents or anyone what happened. I kept it in. The anger built up so strong that I finally reached my breaking point. I was extremely physically and verbally abusive to my family members. One night, I was so depressed, I tried to commit suicide. Thankfully, it did not happen. I finally told my parents the summer going into 10th grade and I started going to therapy. It really helped until I started my first day of 10th grade, it felt like the year before all over again. This time, I was acting more promiscious, having oral sex and whatnot. I was well-known with a lot of the guys around the school as a slut. I was hurting so bad inside. My parents had no clue what to do for me except pray. I quit reading the bible at that point, I didn't believe in God. I gave up completely. One day I decided I was sick of boys, I had been hurt and used by many, so I confided in a friend. She was a really close friend and she was also a girl. Months passed and she turned into my girlfriend. I had no clue what in the world I was doing. I was professed as being gay, but deep down all I wanted was to be loved. I finally told my parents and they were so hurt and so helpless. My parents were struggling already with their own issues and I made it worse. I acted out more and more, and just hated everyone.
A few months after that happened, I got a call from an old church friend, telling me I was invited to a new church opening and she wanted to know if I was interested. That night I thought and thought about it and finally decided I would. I said it couldn't be worse than what I was already going through. That Sunday I went and I have never stopped. She saved my life. Little did she know, when she called me, I was 2 seconds away from downing a whole bottle of sleeping pills. If it hadn't been for her and my family's prayers along with God, I probably wouldn't be here today.
So ultimately what happened as far as my life went, my mom decided to withdrawal me the middle of my 10th grade year. I met my fiance' Tyler, and got my Ged, attended church regularly and started college at the age of 16.
Me and Tyler were together for almost two years and we got engaged on my 17th birthday, but just recently, in December we broke up. We were too young and immature. I was devastated and still am, but I will always love him. He really played a huge role in my life too. He taught me how to drive, helped me get my Ged, and helped me stay in church. We are still friends, as of today haha.
This year I would be graduating high school, but look where I am now. Now, at the age of 17, I am almost done with my Associates degree. Just recently made the Dean's List, interning with the Warner Robins Police Department, and loving the Lord. I truly accepted God as my Savior in January and I am interested in learning more about the Lord and how to serve Him.
I was born May 24, 1994 in Greenville, South Carolina. My birth mother was unable to care for me, because she was young and abusing drugs. She also had other children, one's I didn't know about, but now do. As far as I know, I was neglected, abused, and ignored. I was left in my carseat in the rain for 3 hours, I have horrible diaper rash scars from it. I had blisters the size of a fist from sitting in a soiled, soaking wet diaper. I had braids so tight, that when I was put into a foster home, they had to just cut my hair because I had so many sores. I slept in a box when I was first born, I drank soda instead of milk, and I definitely did not get the nutrition a newborn was supposed to have.
I was in my birth mother's care on and off for about 10 months, finally CPS put me into my birth aunt's care. I cried every night, I didn't sleep, I wouldn't eat, just cry all the time. I don't know how it happened but by the power of the Lord, after a few days I was placed into another home. Little did I know, I was going to be adopted and be where I am today.
The foster parents I stayed with, adopted me when I was 14 months old. They had adopted 2 children already, and had one of their own. I was skinny, bald, sores in my head, burns on me from the iron and cigarettes, and I slept in a box for weeks when I was taken to them. They said I was probably the worst case of child neglect they had seen. It took a lot of therapy and love for me to grow up and learn that I was loved by my new family. All my life we had foster children in and out of the house because my parents were well-known foster parents and my dad was the liaison for the South Carolina Foster Parent Association. The kids would come and go, some we would be attached, and others I was glad they left. The next few years, my parents adopted 3 more children and then they stopped. My dad had fell 25 feet to the ground from stadium bleachers and broke his back and fractured his skull. So he couldn't really do much after that.
In December of 2005, the family packed up and moved to Warner Robins, Georgia to be closer to my grandparents and that is where I reside today.
Coming from the background of neglect and abuse I was born into has played a huge role in my psychlogical being. It's only natural when your in a family with so many genetic backgrounds and different family circumstances. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but we all struggle with some sort of problems. Whether it be psychological, mental, or physical. Like I said, it comes with the territory. And my parents have done a wonderful job of raising us.
Now I want to talk to you about how I found God:
Growing up, we weren't the type of family to attend church regularly. We went to private Christian schools through elementary school, but never really attended church. When we moved to Georgia, I was in elementary school. A few years passed and I was in highschool (2008). That was the beginning of a halicious period in my life. In 9th grade, I was raped by a friend. My whole world flipped upside down. I started acting out (aggressively and sexually), I was depressed and overall just mad at the world. I didn't tell my parents or anyone what happened. I kept it in. The anger built up so strong that I finally reached my breaking point. I was extremely physically and verbally abusive to my family members. One night, I was so depressed, I tried to commit suicide. Thankfully, it did not happen. I finally told my parents the summer going into 10th grade and I started going to therapy. It really helped until I started my first day of 10th grade, it felt like the year before all over again. This time, I was acting more promiscious, having oral sex and whatnot. I was well-known with a lot of the guys around the school as a slut. I was hurting so bad inside. My parents had no clue what to do for me except pray. I quit reading the bible at that point, I didn't believe in God. I gave up completely. One day I decided I was sick of boys, I had been hurt and used by many, so I confided in a friend. She was a really close friend and she was also a girl. Months passed and she turned into my girlfriend. I had no clue what in the world I was doing. I was professed as being gay, but deep down all I wanted was to be loved. I finally told my parents and they were so hurt and so helpless. My parents were struggling already with their own issues and I made it worse. I acted out more and more, and just hated everyone.
A few months after that happened, I got a call from an old church friend, telling me I was invited to a new church opening and she wanted to know if I was interested. That night I thought and thought about it and finally decided I would. I said it couldn't be worse than what I was already going through. That Sunday I went and I have never stopped. She saved my life. Little did she know, when she called me, I was 2 seconds away from downing a whole bottle of sleeping pills. If it hadn't been for her and my family's prayers along with God, I probably wouldn't be here today.
So ultimately what happened as far as my life went, my mom decided to withdrawal me the middle of my 10th grade year. I met my fiance' Tyler, and got my Ged, attended church regularly and started college at the age of 16.
Me and Tyler were together for almost two years and we got engaged on my 17th birthday, but just recently, in December we broke up. We were too young and immature. I was devastated and still am, but I will always love him. He really played a huge role in my life too. He taught me how to drive, helped me get my Ged, and helped me stay in church. We are still friends, as of today haha.
This year I would be graduating high school, but look where I am now. Now, at the age of 17, I am almost done with my Associates degree. Just recently made the Dean's List, interning with the Warner Robins Police Department, and loving the Lord. I truly accepted God as my Savior in January and I am interested in learning more about the Lord and how to serve Him.
Love, Nichole
