Go to school and have a place i feel safe in
Organized by: Francisco Escandon
Here is my story: I was born premature. 1 pound and 13 ounces. I had trouble with motor skills so I needed occupational therapy. And speech therapy. I had trouble with my lungs so I needed to use a nebulizer. I'm a victim and learning to be a survivor of being raped by my dad and his friend. That happened when I was Eight. I lost my mom to cancer when I was Fifteen. I live with relatives who always talk bad about me. They bully me. Call me names. I feel unsafe. I'm unhappy. I HATE going to my grandma's house. I'm being controlled. And held back. I want to go to school. And have a place to live in Manhattan. I'm Twenty-three years old, yet I'm at a stand still, and I don't want to wait no longer. I'm so sick of waiting! My relatives won't help me because I didn't have a say in what I want and what makes me happy. I deserve better. I don't have any money. I want to go to the Pratt Institute in Manhattan. I want to learn communications design. I have nothing to go to. My older sister lives far. My dad pays for therapy, and that's it. I'm stuck. I feel hopeless everyday. I struggle with depression, anxiety, trauma, and schizophrenia. Please, please help me. I need help.