I battled an addiction to crack cocaine. I’ve spent time in and out of jails, prisons, and institutions. I have worked as a prostitute. I’ve abandoned my kids. My family was the target of my theft.
My son died on February 23, 2018. Then I became a stranger.I lost myself after his ruthless murder. For thirty-three years, all I wanted was another hit.
For thirty-three years, the mantra was, “I’ll get help tomorrow.” I eventually had enough and entered therapy on March 23, 2021. I couldn’t bear the agony of more self-deprecation.
I committed everything to God and gave myself up. I let him lead and mentor me today. I now live in a sober atmosphere. I work the steps today. I discuss about my issues with my sponsor today.
