When I was younger, I never thought I'd be able to look back and be thankful for all that happened to me. That I would be able to crawl my way out of the darkness that consumed my soul ever since I can recall. My very first memories were all of the abuse and neglect I suffered. My drunken father, who only saw me as a servant to bring him more beer, traumatized me in ways that still cause me problems to this day. My mother, she had to take care of the financial situation, so she was always at work and was blind to the things I had to go through in my life. Mostly because she chose not to see it, her struggles have always been heavy on her shoulders, so I don't really blame her.