I think that I have come to a cross roads in my life. I have all of these ideas and things that I want to do but I have no clue how. Growing up knowing that my childhood was robbed from me has made it really hard for me to have a passion for much of anything. I may seem to have it all figured out but I don’t. For years I would spend obscene amounts of time alone because I thought I wasn’t worth having a friend or someone that could make me happy, truly. Part of that I guess had to do with me learning to protect myself from the world because I never wanted to feel taken advantage of again.
Hi my name is Kisha and I just felt like writing a letter to you. I guess a little about me. I’m a 22 year old college grad with a younger brother and sister. Ok enough of that. For years I have used music as a means for me to escape and for that length of time, be completely free. Free because for years I felt trapped by what had happened to me as a kid. What happened was that I was molested at 9 months by a man my mom was dating at the time (not my dad) and then at 6 years by my grandfather.