My parents were verbally, emotionally, and physically abusive. Most nights I went to bed crying. I prayed that I would die instead of waking up to more of the same. I also prayed to God that he would give me the strength to get through it, and somehow I made it. I'm considerably older than you by more than 40 years. When I was your age, I didn't have all of the resources you do now, especially this wonderful place to share your feelings with others who have been through the same. I found a haven in my teachers who loved me and respected me. I found escape by joining various fun organizations where people treated me with kindness. I visited my friends' home to study with them because their parents would hug me and treat like their daughter. I did all that was possible to remove myself from my home for as much time as I could without getting in trouble, and then I moved out when I graduated high school. To do that, I worked 30 hour a week during my senior year, saved every penny I could instead of buying the fun stuff I wanted, bought a car, paid for my own insurance, and took responsibility for making a better life for myself. It wasn't easy, and not something that old wish on anyone; but it is possible. Focus on what you can do, and who you can share with, and make goals and a plan to achieve that goal. You can do anything you truly want, even if it might take longer than you wish. Above all, have courage. You can find the strength within. 😊