In that moment, my body was no longer mine; I couldn’t move or speak. He didn’t speak either. The only sound was his heavy breathing...

In this moment, I find myself looking back on a road that almost broke me and amazed that I’m still standing...

But what I wish I didn’t remember— what I wish I forgot so completely—was my father’s drinking. My father’s hands as they beat me...

My wheels are a chariot to freedom rather than a temporary crutch to prop me up from the harsh aspects of society...

For as long as I can remember, it was always a constant battle for survival...hunger was our close friend...

My childhood was not sweet, to say the least. Instead of love and security, it was filled with mockery and humiliation...

I grew up on a large council estate with high-rise flats as far as the eye could see. It was full of crime, poverty, and drug addicts...

If you didn’t know, The Troubles refer to a nasty civil dispute that spanned over 30 years between the British and Irish...

Growing up in the 1980s, we spent our days running off with neighborhood friends, only returning home when the hum of the streetlights ...

I had an eventful and adventure-filled childhood because I was a wild kid. I always found myself in trouble with just about everyone...

My childhood was a long-term nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. My father was very violent and abusive, so I never had a chance...

But things wouldn’t always be so perfect. The world is full of sick, twisted people, and not before long, I became the target...

There are times in life when we must choose whether we hold on to hate, or forgive and forget. Holding on to hate is the more common...