I was not a liar-but who believed me? Many didn’t believe me, I didn’t believe me. I questioned why I was born and I attempted to commit suicide many times because the pain was too great inside. At 5 years old I had to do strange things and was molested. I didn’t understand how I could be treated this way. Then at 8 nothing changed just a different human I was sexually abused by a religious family member. This experience made me question whether God truly loved me and if so how could he allow me to be abused? At 10, the pain still didn’t end, I was raped by a family friend; when would this betrayal of trust end. “I was a liar”, he said. I learned to be silent because although I could speak- I had no voice. That same day I was seen by a physician who used ultra-violet light to shed light on my story. The light revealed the semen & other body fluids was still left on me. It was on that day I was given my voice.