I feel like I need to get this off my chest... im 16 years old now.

When I was a baby, my birth dad was a vile vile man. He left my mum when he found out she was pregnant. And when she gave birth to me. He had the options of coming to see me. He never shown up. I got adopted in 2005, when I was 18 months old by my parents. They gave me a better life. I have had anxiety since I was in year 6. I got bullied all the time, from year 5 up to year 9 where I did something about it because I couldn’t cope with it, i found 2 friends who were pressuring me to run away. I thought they were my friends but they were just using me. So on Wednesday 22nd February 2017, my social worker took me from England West Midlands, to Mid wales, to a care home. I remember how scared and unsafe I felt when I first got there. But I was there for 9 months, I made some amazing life friends, Had loads of laughs with my staff. And I came back home on Friday 20th October 2017. I was going to go back to mainstream school. But some boy there was been vile to me, so I never went back. I ran out the room crying and shouting. Because I’d had enough. And I’d been use to no one been around me, and me been able to express myself in care. So few months go by, (2018) and I still hadn’t gone back to school. Until 2018 March came, and social services had me a new social worker witch I still have to this day, she got me a placement at a music collage. I did singing, and remix’s. But at the end of school year 2018, I had to leave because there wasn’t enough places after 6 weeks. So I wasn’t doing much. Then my social worker found a lovely Hair salon for me to work at. I was still 14, I was there for a while. They Gave me a lovely birthday surprise, they spoke to me lovely, they helped me get through my bad times. September 2018, I got pregnant. I was 15, I had a miscarriage, on the 6th December 2018, day after I broke up with the dad. I started drifting from other people. And feeling really down. Then this year. I got back into my routine from when I was 11-12-13, of self harming, I had cut all up my arms, and all down my legs. And on my Neck and face. February this year 2019, i met a boy who I was going out with, and he was vile. He was manipulating, Controlling, And Abusive. At that time, I had found my birth parents. And met my birth dad. Who is the most vile man I’ve met in my life. When he met me he didn’t care one bit. I found out from social services I had a half sister. I got in contact with her. She is 14 nearly 15. She’s beautiful, and I love her to bits. Turns out, when I spoke to her mum, turns out my birth dad is more vile than I thought. He use to lock her in the house, and cheat. He was vile. He’s a known pedophile. I’ve found my birth mum, she’s amazing. I love her. I’ve now met my sister and her family in August. We’re close. I’ve cut ties with my birth dad. And in July something mad happened to me. I found the man of my dreams. He is 26, I am 16, I’ve been with him for 4 months. At the moment I am 4 weeks and 4 days pregnant. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He makes me want to be a better person. He gives me motivation. He shows me things.

Who knew.... after everything I’ve been through with anxiety and depression, I could find someone who heals the pain like it was never there. ❤️❤️❤️