There Must Be Blood


A young vibrant twelve year girl is who everyone saw, but I was just the opposite on the inside. I had a weight and a sadness I carried around with me every day and I had no idea why. I wanted so badly to fix the dull emptiness I felt but did not know how. I no longer wanted to feel alone or forgotten, but my voice was not strong enough to cry out.

One time, that is all it took for my life to spin out of control.  Before I could think twice, blood spilled from my body, to the carpet floor below me.  The drawing of my own blood began to bring feeling back to my body and reminded me that I was still here.  Little did I know that, THERE MUST BE BLOOD, just not my own!

Watch as Kelsey shares her story at Breaking Through 2012 (click the link below):

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