As a child I constantly dreamed of becoming a writer one day. When I was about 12 years old, on a hot summer day, sitting alone outside – the first poem I ever created just came bursting out of me. It was so magical, almost unbelievable, I couldn't stop myself. I immediately went to my room to write it down, and as I had no journal at that time I used one of my notebooks for school – it only took about 15 minutes. Not realizing that bringing the notebook back to school with me everyday would change my life, It subsequently turned into my poetry journal. As the days, weeks, months and years went by I sat in each class with that notebook waiting for every moment I could write in it. I always had an appreciation for writing, research papers were my favorite – I always got good grades on them, but poetry was not something I knew I could do until I felt it hit me that one summerday… Sadly, my dream wasn't good enough for my parents, according to them it wasn't a real job to pursue or worth them eventually paying for college in that field of study. What's more, the emotional, physical, and sexual abuse my twin sister and I suffered in our family environment kept me trapped in a world of insecurities and self-hatred. I spent so much of my time either crying, sad, ashamed, afraid, and a myriad of other emotional disturbances, there was nothing left in me to focus on happiness. I was conditioned at a young age to feel worthless and be silent. Survivors of abuse never get the help they need right away, either because they're soul is so shattered that they can't ask for it, or the already limited resources fall short. This lack of compassion evolving in society – in my opinion – is going to bring all of humanity down to unimaginable chaos and fear, completely changing the way we were made; we are wired to be kind and compassionate.