Answer:
What i went through with my mother was painful. My mother abused me with the harsh lashes of her whip. She left me outside in the winter for me to fend for myself. I was told that i was worthless, a mistake, a failure and disgrace among the wolvern blood. She never made sense to me but i believed her at the time. I punished myself by cutting, i cut deep into my skin with anything i could find. I fought with others and i would break there bones in an effort to make my mother proud, she simply wanted me to fight harder. She wanted me to make her drug money. I felt like i nothing, i thought i was doing everything wrong. So i ran away at the age of 15. I planned on heading to Alaska, ive heard so much good news about it. I traveled for a good year before i arrived, i hich hiked and stole food to survive. But i was still depressed. I still thought i was useless, i turned myself in to the police station in northern Canada and told them i stole. They took me in but they didn't send me to jail, instead they helped me. They caught my mother and she now rots in prison. they gave me a home but i still fight depression, i still cut and sometimes i even drink when times get to bad. It has affected my whole life.
Step-by-step explanation:
This is my life, this is my depression. I lived like this, i was a tool for my mother to make money. I can sometimes still hear her words, "faster Wolf, Hit em harder. Kill them, tear there throat out and break every bone in there body" this was my life. i thank you for asking this question, it helps to talk to someone. especially someone that will listen. Thank you