"When I was real little, don't remember how old I was, the Civil War came to my village in Burma. My tribe were warriors so that's why we were attacked. My Father was a captain of the militia and tried to defended the village. But first he got my family out of the village when the attack came. My Father handed a gun and told me to protect my Mother, Brothers & Sisters. My Father then went back to fight. After the fight ended my Father & Mother took us to Thailand to escape the civil war. There a church, from Waukesha, got us to the U.S. as refugees and sponsored our asylum here.
About two years later my Mother left us because my Father was physically abusive. He was abusive to all of us. After that my Father was put in jail. We were put in foster care after that. When I was 18 I ran away from my foster home. But my Brothers & Sisters were adopted by a good family. They wanted to adopt me as well. At first I didn't want to but my siblings talked me into it. So, at 19, I got adopted.
About that time I started partying heavy. Lots of drinking, doing drugs and bouncing from friends house to friends house. Occasionally I was homeless but usually was able to find a place to stay. Eventually I got addicted to heroin. I was arrested a few times.
Eventually I got some help and was diagnosed with PTSD, 'cause of my Father, schizophrenic and bi-polar. I was put on medication and was finally able to kick the alcohol and drugs. I'm now 27 years old and about two years clean & sober. A non-profit helped me get my own assisted & supervised apartment. They had me signed a 1 year lease. I'm now working at a fast food place and am seeing a therapist once a week."
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