I don’t think I have ever mentioned this on my blog before and forgive me if I have, but I have struggled with mental illness since I was just a toddler. My medical records state that I started showing signs of depression at 4 years old and would often go into “my own world” I received therapy only to eventually be given up on because of never speaking. They always said I was just “really shy” and “very well behaved.” Everyone loved a child like me back in the children are to be seen not heard era. But I wasn’t shy I was afraid, alone and in constant turmoil.

When I think back to those years It angers me greatly. I can’t help but think how many other little ones have or are going through this and not getting the help they need from the people who are supposed to be helping them. I am always brought to tears and I pray for them often. The lost children are not only the ones that are physically lost from their homes, but also those who are lost within the walls of a place that is supposed to be their home. I have hope through my testimonies that adults and children like me will not only now there is a way to be healed fully but also that they are never alone.

May you come to know the Lords love for you and receive the hope that sets men truly free.