ive had a hard life myself, from ages 4-6 , I was molested by my unlce. then we moved in with my great grandmother and her sister.all was safe, at least it appeared. staring a month after moving in, school started. my younger brother and I would come home and play cards with sister-my great aunt....she would let us win and give us beer til my brother passed out , and put him in his room. then it was my turn but I didn't have to go to bed. she molested me from age 6-8. yes, abused by both sexes and nowhere to turn
at 17, I was institutionalized for "suicidal ideation" but they never asked the right questions , and I was too embarrassed to volunteer that sort of info. I was there for 30 days shot up with lithium because I was a threat to myself and others. I was there til insurance ran out. I graduated highschool early as I only needed 3 credits to graduate. I then went to work , 3 jobs at once, I worked around the clock-however I was killing myself with drugs and alcohol to kill the anguish I was feeling.
In the 90s I moved from hometown with a friend 2 hours north. there I found a construction job, I needed the exp and knowledge, and also a cooking job with ease. however , I lived 40 miles from my restaurant job. I would go out after work with the other and drink myself in a stupor. I had 2 drunk driving accidents, no one else involved, and should have died both times by the amount of damage , but I escaped with no injuries. Ive also been hit by a car 3 times while on bicycle.
in 2007 , at age 37 I finally had a meltdown. this guy was picking on me every night at work where I got a promotion to new area. he would berate me , talk derogatory about me, and totally condescending. I caught him coming from the restroom, pinned him between the wall and my forklift. I asked him if he wanted to ever see his family and kids again?. he started studdering and tearing up. my boss came running up and took me the office. I brokedown and told him my uncle had molested me, he quickly escorted me to HR office. they gave me a card of a therapist to go see. and that's when healing started. I let out all the demons that had been haunting me. she referred me to a shrink who diagnosed me with PTSD, bipolar, and aniety disorder. now I take 14 pills /day. I hate the meds but am thankful for the DRs trying to fix me with cocktails. I have found the Lord , I just had to stop running away and turn around, He was there. Now im nightmare free, panic attack free, anxiety free, anger free, and a child of God. The many storms I went though brought me to my knees. I was at rock bottom , literaly, and then saw light in my tunnel of darkness. I still have my moments when the evil pops in my head, but I bind them behind me with the power of the Lord. He is the Great Comforter and Healer. May my story help anyone that reads it find the Lord and His name be glorified!
It's God who gives me strength, because heaven knows I'm weak..lol.. God bless you also. 
