Lilyanneblythe

I've Come so Far

Dec 17, 2018 5 years ago

I've had a to rip off quite a few band-aids in my life already. I turned 60 at the age of nine, and every year I continue to get older. CYS removed me from my mother's home, and released me to my second cousins-whom my sister and I did not know well. A year and three long and grueling court battles later, our father finally rescued us from our cousins basement. While living with dad we moved three times, and changed schools twice. I made many friends, though temporary, as many are. Living with dad was the way I felt life was supposed to be, he had a stable income, and loved us unconditionally. He kept us happy and At the top of the list of priorities resting on his always weary shoulders. His health though deteriorating, he remained to be the father he always wanted to be. Until I was thirteen years old, the day after my birthday, my father was struck by an 18-wheeler and killed instantly. To this day it is the worst moment of my life to come home from school only to find my to-be stepbrother, ready to deliver news no one should need to give to a child. This eventually resulted in more custody battles, once again landing us back into the welcoming hands of our cousins. For another year, there was where we stayed. It was an eventful year, I had found a love for singing in my youth group and my mother had gotten pregnant with a new sister. Elated to finally go home, my sister and I moved back in with our mom. The baby was born the upcoming fall. She has since then become my sole purpose for life. However, During my tenth grade year of school I found my mental health getting worse everyday, due to my mother's drinking. I gave her one more chance to come clean and remain sober. She didn't take my warning seriously. I moved out early march, and went to live back in with my cousins. I am now sixteen years old, it has been three years since my father's death, and my cousins have come to feel more like parents than ever. My mental health is getting better with every psychiatrist visit, my sisters grow older and get even more beautiful every day. My mother, though upset with my decision to stay here, still supports everything I do. I have ups and downs still, but the ups are starting to get even with the downs. I try and strive harder and harder everyday to become the young lady my father would be proud to call daughter. I am a strong, resilient, blossoming woman, who just keeps on going. I am determined to not only change my life, but to change the world. All I can go from here is forward and I will grow more everyday, keeping my goals in front of me and in reach. I'm so much stronger than I used to be, I understand so much more. After all, I am a 60 year old trapped at sixteen, And well.... I've come so far.

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