I’ve been through so much. When I was 5, I was kidnapped in Mexico and trafficked to the United States. I escaped at 9, after suffering four years of unspeakable abuse, which left bruises and scars over my entire body. I was placed in foster care—but I was already so damaged. After high school, I was on my own, but I felt so much anger and pain. I had no family to rely on, and I didn’t trust anyone. My cycle of self-destruction started there, and I couldn’t stop it. What I didn’t know is that even more pain but also my resurrection were coming.