From eight months to two years old, my older sisters and I were molested. I’m the baby – then it goes my older sisters, than me.
At two years old, my birth mother had to give us up so that we could have a better life. We were found at midnight out in Central Phoenix. We were wandering the streets and someone called CPS. The cops came out and found where us kids were living. I was in a crib with a crate over the top of the crib. There were dirty bottles, dirty diapers, dirty everything in the crib and no clothes from the waste down.
My teenage years got rough. I started drugs at around 17 years old and I went until I was about 22. An ex-boyfriend had it on the table and it was meth. I was curious so I tried it. He taught me how to shoot up and when it got to the point where I wanted to learn how to I knew it was time to stop because he would do it for me and then it turned to me wanting to do it myself.
I got wrapped up in a really bad relationship that was sexually abusive and physically abusive – he ended up trafficking me. I hated myself. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. I didn’t want to look at anybody else. I couldn’t be a part of anything. I didn’t feel good about anything I did then. I just I couldn’t get passed everything.
Well, after doing the drugs for so many years I lost myself. Absolutely lost who I was. I didn’t know who I was and still I’m learning. I’m learning who I am today after the abuse and being trafficked and everything. I’m learning how to cope with all that.
The Phoenix Dream Center’s Human Trafficking Program offered a Christian-based program that I could heal in, and I feel I can grow that way. I heard about the Phoenix Dream Center three years ago. One of my old classmates attended here in their Addiction Recovery Program.
There’s so much more life to live than sticking a needle in your arms or drinking booze or putting yourself sexually out there for a man to hurt.
You are worth so much more and it just takes one phone call to make it better.