My Story Re posted

Now i went thought a deleted a lot of just everyday ranting i did when i first started this blog but i never meant to delete my back story. That is something i wanted to keep on this blog cause i want the message out there that you are not alone in your struggle. Even if it not that the same as mine your not alone. Now i'm turning 22 and yes i'll say it I've been though hell and back but i'm not joking when i say that even with a smile on my face it the truth and any one who has dealt with or is dealing with parents on drug or who drinks a lot with tell you their parent acts DOES NOT just screw up the parent's life but the child in some shape or form. Some child turn out just like the parent/ parents that is, because most time they don't have someone show them another path soon enough. i grew up around alcohol and drugs but i will say i never touch drugs unless you count my mother doing drug while peregent with me and i have touch alcohol since i moved to where i live now. I was born in Florida though i don't still live there any more i do have a hand full of family members still down there my father is one of those people. now most cases the father is the one to up a leave the child but in my case it was my mother oh she acted like she care for a little bit but by the age of four she was gone out of my life but a phone call then those stop and it was the ocaual card in the mail. i had made many mistakes on my own like dropping out of school for a bit while i still was in Florida and no i'm not proud of that but i did right that wrong when i moved to where i am now and i not only graduated high school but i went to college for two year it might of been junior college but it still counts in my book and it more then wither one of my parents did to my knowledge. Now i know abuse when i see it for the most not because i study it or anything like but because i lived though it my father tore me to pieces when i was younger and no i don't mean he beat me in a way it worst then that it scared me but you'll never see the scars and that because i was emotionally abused the scars are under the skin in my brain. for years after i moved back to Florida from Alabama he put me down, scream and yelled at me and made me fill like no matter what anything i did would be good enough or even the right thing. One good thing i had a grandmother who always made sure i was taken care of and she took me away from the life style of drug and alcohol and helped me make it though not only high school but two years of college and now as i start out building my life. i got a job and a father who finally sees that he screwed up and was the type of father i need i got issues to say the least and i'm not perfect and i never try to be. I might have gone though hell but it made me stronger as a person and showed me what i never want to be. i don't take as much bullshit as i once did and the older i get the more i get like my grandma but that not such a bad thing and i know this long so i'll wrap it up with this yes i Have 99 problems some days but one isn't that i don't know where i came from or who i don't want to be.