It's not often I share this kind of thing, but I figured this would be a good way to get it out.

I grew up in a very destructive family. My father had very bad anger issues and got me hurt more than enough times. I was subjected to drugs and users, but I never did them because I knew it wasn't good for me. I've been kicked, raped, beaten, had stuff thrown at me, yelled/screamed at, and much more to say the least.
My father, thankfully, passed away last year but the family situation got worse. I told them what happened and how hard it was to love myself everyday, but no one believed me and I was exiled from my fathers side of the family.

Everyday is a bad challenge. Everyday I relive this past and it haunts me so much.. I have hardly any friends, my problems throw people away from me, I've thought about ending it, I shut things out that I should be doing. I feel lost and in dismay. I'm emotionally broken. I feel like my dad could be right, that I am a nobody and that I'll never see my dreams. I just, don't know what else to do. Hugs and kisses welcome.