I realized it was me. I was the one that had the problem. That was the first step in getting the help that I needed.
"I was trying to fix the hurts that were in my life by just numbing them. It wasn’t working. I knew something was wrong because I was ready to kill myself."
"I am so happy that I can be the mother that my daughter deserves."
I injected it intravenously. But by the time I was using meth amphetamine, I was willing to do whatever I had to do, um, for, for the dope
"I was taking ecstasy, cocaine, pain killers or whatever it took just to feel numb."
.....that’s when I began to take the pain medication to numb the hurt on the inside.
I didn’t realize that I was chosen until recently, really. When I really learned what it meant to be adopted into God’s family I made the connection of how much my parents really chose me and wanted me.
I completely gave in to the depression and I gave into the addiction. I became homeless. I lost custody of my sons. It was then that I cried out to the Lord.
That night I was gang raped by five men. I was so ashamed and so embarrassed. I felt like it was my fault. I blamed myself and I didn’t want to tell anyone.
So, I had a glass of wine and I got a buzz. I thought; “This is pretty good.” I was immediately addicted.