My name is Abigail and I'm eighteen years old. I grew up in a small town in Scandinavia with my parents and younger brother. We were a typical family until one day when everything changed. My dad lost his job, which caused him to turn to alcohol and become abusive towards my mom and brother. It was a living hell that I had to endure every single day. One day, I couldn't take it anymore and I decided to run away from home.
I packed up all of my belongings and left with nothing but the clothes on my back. I ended up in a big city where I met a group of people who were also living on the streets. We formed a family of sorts, taking care of each other and looking out for one another. However, it was still tough living on the streets and finding enough food to eat was always a struggle.
One day, while I was trying to find some food in a dumpster behind a restaurant, I was caught by the police. They took me to a shelter where they could help me get off the streets. It was scary at first, but eventually, I started to feel safe and secure there. The people at the shelter helped me get back on my feet and find a job so that I could support myself.
Now, I'm trying to rebuild my life and figure out what I want to do with it. I'm currently attending community college and studying psychology so that I can help others who have gone through similar struggles as me. Despite everything I've been through, I know that I can make a difference in this world and help people find hope when they feel like all is lost.