Growing up was difficult for me. And losing the connection between my family made my love die right in front of me. My world turned everyday and every morning I would pray. Pray that things would some how change. And so, I never truly knew what love was. What love meant to me.

I was taken away from my parents at age 3. And I had no idea about anything in life at this point. For me, this was “normal. ! So my normal was just going with the flow, like it was suppose to be just the way it was happening!

I look back on reflections of disturbing images from back then.  Like walking in the hospital room and seeing my mom on life support due to drug use. This shattered my 14 year old heart.

And when I was 2-3 my baby brother passed away at just 5 months old. As a toddler, I didn’t know what that meant to a person.

Or to a mom and a dad. My mom and dad went down the most scariest road after that. For them drugs became their escape from their pain and suffering. 

Now, I am old enough to really see everything that has happened to me in the past. I have to say all this trauma has made me into who I am today! A strong woman. As a child, I saw things I wish I never had to.

Things like needles to drugs on counters to my dad locking himself in his room neglecting all his children in order to use.