Letters to Mom: A Child’s Cry for Connection in the Midst of Chaos
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I was 12 years old, desperate, and living in survival mode. I was living in a trailer on my grandparent’s property with my father, who was addicted to meth and other drugs. He was paranoid, abusive, and couldn’t hold a job. It was one of the scariest times of my life. I longed for connection—especially