I was as young as 14 years old when my mother died. However that was not the day i died inside. The death of my inner soul began when she was there but not there, she would wake up at 4am in the morning and come back at 7pm in the evening everyday so i did not have time with her, even to know her. Then sickness struck her- Cancer, TB and Pneumonia got the best out of her, i lost out on her. Now back to me;.. I was physically and emotionally abused by my oldest brother to the point that i even landed in hospital. The thought of killing my self then began... i drank a rat poison but because it was bitter so i spitted it out, drank a lots of pills but nothing happened only could not eat but no one cared that i eat or not. tried to kill my self again because i was hurting inside , had no one to talk to as well...
Will continue............................
