Support a kid who has been failed by the State❤️

My name is Evan Dennehy, and I've been living in the care system in Ireland for what feels like an eternity. But my life hasn't been easy. In fact, it's been a constant battle to survive, to find a sense of belonging, and to overcome the trauma that has haunted me for so long.

For over three years, social services have refused to let me see my mom. It's been a painful and isolating experience, like losing a part of myself. I've been desperate to get back to her, to feel her warmth and love, to hear her voice and see her smile. But they've stood in the way, using their power to keep us apart. This has left me feeling lost and alone, with no one to turn to, no one to trust.

In my desperation to get back home, I've been groomed and raped. It's a painful and traumatic experience that I'll never forget. The memories of that time are still vivid in my mind, the fear, the shame, the guilt. It's something that I still struggle with to this day, something that I'm still trying to come to terms with. The scars run deep, and it's something that I'll carry with me for a long time.

Money is a constant struggle for me. I have to fight every day to make ends meet, to find a way to feed myself, to keep a roof over my head. The fear of becoming homeless is always looming over me, a constant reminder that I'm just one step away from disaster. The system that's supposed to care for me has failed me time and time again, leaving me to fend for myself in a world that seems determined to crush me.

For years, I've been abused and neglected by the very people who were supposed to protect me. It's a betrayal that cuts deep, a wound that refuses to heal. I've been left to suffer, to struggle, to fight for every scrap of food, every shred of dignity. It's a painful reminder that I'm not worth fighting for, that I'm not worth loving.

As a result of all the trauma I've experienced, I struggle with PTSD. It's a constant battle to cope with the memories and emotions that haunt me. The flashbacks, the nightmares, the anxiety attacks – they're all part of my daily reality. And to make matters worse, social services have denied me my right to education. I've been left behind, with no chance to catch up, no chance to succeed. It's a cruel irony, a reminder that I'm not worth investing in, that I'm not worth saving.

This is my story, Evan. It's a story of struggle, of pain, of betrayal. But it's also a story of hope. I'm still here, fighting every day to make a better life for myself. I'm still here, refusing to give up, refusing to surrender. I hope that by sharing my story, I can raise awareness about the broken system that's failed me and so many others like me. I hope that by sharing my story, I can inspire change, inspire action, inspire hope.