Joy's Story

If there was a hell on earth I was living in it.

I kept to myself.  Inside I was afraid.  In my opinion, people were mean and couldn't be trusted.  But I especially disliked myself.  I felt like my name, JOY, was all wrong.  It didn't fit me.  I really just hated my name.  Every time someone said my name it reminded me of what I didn't have.  The reminder pounded me over and over - always in my face rubbing it in - like salt in an open wound.  As I headed into my twenties, the fear turned into anger - that's when things went from bad to worse...