Since I belong to what you may call those who fell through the cracks,and never had help for some reason.I myself never reached out,even if I did it was me as a young child against most adorable adults that are my abusers.So I saw no reason to reach out.It only intensified my suffering. I had to figure out my survival.I did just that.Now that I reflect and realized that was really horrific and I didn't warrant that, it makes me wonder how am I still alive .I should have been dead a long time ago.That makes me wonder the universe has some mysterious ways and it had my back when people didn't . The universe showed me the right survival skills.So I am here alive and doing ok.I too lost my belief in my faith for a brief period.Why did God allow such cruel things to happen to me.( a child).?I did have a couple of adults who took care of my basic needs once in a while.God send ,maybe??Those people are the reason I didn't starve to death.I am thankful for them.
It is always good to hear other's opinions. It makes me grow as a person.