Personal photo of Testimony Tuesday writer CARNECCA ISAAC
Personal photo of Testimony Tuesday writer CARNECCA ISAAC
Personal photo of Testimony Tuesday writer CARNECCA ISAAC

This is a weekly staple affording our readers the opportunity to share their personal testimony regarding abuse, violence, disease,  family, happiness,  faith, jail time, obesity, and/or mistakes made in your youth,  just to name a few. Let your testimony be a blessing to someone else attempting to overcome a particular avenue in life. 

“When I was born into this world my nightmare began. I can only remember heartache, pain, and happy moments all deleted from bad memories. It all started in day care, at age 4. I was molested every day. When most kids were learning there ABCs, I was learning how to have oral sex with a grown man. I can remember this memory [and] of course it made me hate my mother.

See, while being molested my treat was snacks and food. When I stopped eating food the director called my mother and asked was this part of my religion. My mother then beat the hell out of me. From that moment, all I can remember is wanting to be touched. Why? I was six years old having sex with friends. I was so confused. I then was molested [by] my mother’s boyfriend at age 13. Yeah, most can say I was grown and hot in the A**. But I wasn’t, just misunderstood. I didn’t like my mother very much so I ran away from home. At 14 years old I was having sex with an 18 year old man.

Personal photo of Testimony Tuesday writer CARNECCA ISAAC
Personal photo of Testimony Tuesday writer CARNECCA ISAAC

 

The devil attacked me throughout my young life. He sent a man to kill me. Yes, my boyfriend/baby father had a serial killer as a neighbor. See I know now that GOD had favored my life from the (DEVIL). This man killed several women in Miami, Fla. in the 80s and had pictures underneath his bed. When the police found out who he was, they found my picture under his bed. I was his next victim. Years later, I had three kids by the age of 19.

I decided to start school. Several weeks into classes at Miami Dade College, I did something stupid on a hot summer day. I received a ride from a stranger and was then raped by gun point. I was rescued by the police, treated at the rape crisis center and interviewed repeatedly by detectives. By this time it was so late. They took me home where my angry mother was just upset because she had to watch my kids. Words from here mouth was BITCH I WATCHED THESE KIDS ALL DAMN DAY!! I played that in my head over and over again.

This was the last straw. I dropped out of school and became a stripper at the Miami Strip clubs. I hated men. I prayed to GOD and asked him to help me. Then I had this voice everyday follow me. It spoke to me all day, all night. I took a trip to Atlanta and a vision came before me. I decided to save my money from dancing and move away.

I moved to Atlanta and started school. Now I am in the nursing field. I am a part-time bartender. My children have all finished school and attending college. I own my first home and have two vehicles paid for without worries. I have learned to put GOD first. And never let anyone make me a victim again. I thank God for saving my life. I am disease free and happy to be ALIVE.”

Written by CARNECCA ISAAC

 

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