When I was 8 years old I was molested. I was scared and alone, and I didn’t have anyone to talk to. My mom was on drugs, and I began to rebel because I didn’t want to share my feelings. I became sexually active at a very young age. I felt as though it was all my fault that this awful thing happened to me. I kept my mouth closed for nine years after that. I had very low self esteem, and I didn’t care what happened to me. Instead of running away from men, I ran to them. I tried to fill the void in my life where my dad should have been. I slept around with anybody and everybody. It is only by the grace of God that I am here today.