Denise Harris
Bio
I have always wanted to be able to tell my life story. I have survived abuse from a drug addict and the trauma of having a child taken by people with political power and money. Thanks for taking time to read my story. - Denise Harris
Stories (4/0)
Someone and everyone controlled Denise
All I left with was a bag of clothes. I couldn't live like this anymore. I went and picked the baby up from the drug addicts mothers house and my daughter from daycare. I slipped away and stayed at a friends house for a couple of days just too clear my head. At this point I had no clue what to do. My family had been terrible to me so I didn't want to go back there. I could not be with the drug addict anymore and I knew no matter what I did everyone from both sides were coming after my kids.
By Denise Harris3 years ago in Psyche
He tried to kill me, but let's save his life
I was woken by the drug addicts mother telling me that the drug addict was locked up in our house and he was about to commit suicide. She told me that I was the only one that he would listen too and the only one that could save his life. What?!?! He tried to kill me last night. You remember that right? These were the thoughts going on in my head as I scrambled around in a confused fog trying to get my clothes and shoes on.
By Denise Harris3 years ago in Psyche
Little biscuits and a doll with real hair
When I tell you I was raised in the country, I mean it. I grew up in the Delta of Mississippi. Yazoo County, Mississippi to be exact. Saying that today makes me wanna throw up, but when I was younger, I was proud of where I came from. It's funny how that childlike vision changes when you're older. My mamaw is the one that I say raised me. I know without a shadow of a doubt my morals and standards came from her. She taught me everything. From how to check the hen's nest for chicken eggs to how to be a debutant. Mamaw and Papaw lived on a farm with all kinds of animals, a smoke house, a cabin and a pond. I can still smell that smokehouse to this day. GROSS!
By Denise Harris3 years ago in Families
I will be hiding behind the Fire Station
I will be hiding behind the Fire Station. These are the last words I spoke that I can clearly remember before I actually hid. I hate even thinking about saying those words. I hate thinking about the moments that led up to and followed those words. So, let me rewind to get you to this point so you can clearly understand this situation.
By Denise Harris3 years ago in Psyche
