By the time I was nineteen, I was extremely bitter, angry, volatile … violent. I had become a kleptomaniac I was addicted to stealing everything around me. I was heavily on drugs and had really pushed everybody out of ...
- Tisa's Story
When I was about twelve or thirteen years old I heard my grandfather say, “The only good white man is a dead one.”
- Herb's Story
From the very beginning my real dad told me he loved me, but left. He may have loved me, but I don’t know. Then a step dad came in, and said he loved me and my mom, but would also tell me to not tell. It started with fondling...
- Lori 's Story
From fifteen on I lived the life of being in drugs and alcohol, and sleeping around with guys, trying to find self worth, fulfillment and satisfaction.
- Mary S's Story
But I couldn’t escape the idea that suicide would be a good escape. It was like I was holding on the casket of my wife, and as morbid as it sounds was like I was being buried. I remember picturing myself breaking my grip...
- Danny's Story