As a nine year old, I was abused by a school teacher. For years my memories have been locked away, out of reach. But now they are returning.

This was a little story I wrote to capture the feelings, to sort them out.

I hope that this story will offer others the hope I've found.

Having hope doesn't mean things don't hurt, that you won't struggle... Having hope means that in your struggles, your pain, you will know that God is with you. Even if it feels like you're drowning, know that God will hold you up.

God bless!