I am someone

One thing I truly do not understand is people who have any kind of hate in their heart toward lost and broken souls; those who judge and look down upon the homeless, convicts, and drug addicts. I think it’s because they do not understand. I get it starts with a choice, but that choice stems from unimaginable pain. And god bless you for being lucky enough to not understand the type of pain you have to be in to continue inflicting that kind of abuse on yourself. I’d like to come out and say fuck you, how dare you sit and judge that which you don’t understand and how dare you judge without attempting to help. Not all who wander are lost, but let me say from experience most are. My name is Taylor and I have been a lost and broken soul. I am an addict. I have been homeless. I have been a criminal. I am a convict. I am a felon. My name is Taylor and I have hurt people and I have been hurt. I am mentally ill. I am a survivor of sexual assault. I am a survivor of domestic abuse. My name is Taylor and I am someone. I am someone’s daughter. I am someone’s mommy. I am someone’s sister. I am someone’s friend. I am someone’s spouse. My name is Taylor and I am a person. I am a child of god. I am a spiritual being. My name is Taylor and I have made terrible choices, choices which have had consequences, but I have endured that which I didn’t deserve and I definitely don’t need your judgment on top of it. My name is Taylor and my past doesn’t define me nor do my present circumstances. My name is Taylor and I have future and so do you. I am loved and so are you.