Pain comes in many forms, emotional and physical. Most people experience both in one form or another. And some worse than others. For me my life has been a hurricane as long as I can remember. Starting with an unstable childhood because my mom moved my brother and I constantly leaving my dad until finally divorcing him after her ninth time leaving. First and second grade are a blur to me because I moved around so much. From third grade up until eighth a managed to stay in the same school district but moved around more than I can remember. In eight grade we moved in with one of my moms boyfriends, and we had to change schools again. But that only lasted one month, and then we moved back to the previous school district. Talk about feeling like a yo-yo. It was as much emotional instability that I could take but somehow I survived it. There was a little of physical abuse from outside the home but I'd rather not talk about that. Ninth through twelfth grade was the hardest time of my childhood getting made fun of and judged because I was different from most. But despite everything that was meant to tear me down I survived it. I don't know how but I did.