My mother doesn't love me either. But some part of me always wanted to survive. Even though she and my family worked hard to destroy me I have worked to get myself back. When I think about who I was as a child, I realize I'd be stoked to have a child like me. I was curious, passionate, I felt and saw things that made life vibrant and beautiful. I was not hateful, mean, evil, or anything else she tried to instill in me. Now that I am an adult I am free to embrace my child-like wonder and give it to the world. No, you are not alone. We are out here.