“As each of us children turned 13, my mom put us out of the house. I went to stay with my uncle. I could never focus in school. The teachers said I didn’t do anything but daydream. After the ninth grade I dropped out, ended up on drugs, and got to the point where I was tempted to slit my wrists and commit suicide. I lived on the street, doing drugs, selling my body, homeless, and suicidal until six months ago when I saw a brochure about a community living program, called, and was accepted.
“My life has changed tremendously since that time. I still have struggles, but I have my sanity back. I’m learning how to live again, but in a different way than I ever have. When I feel like giving up, I talk to a staff member or one of my peers. I have hope that I can hold on to now, hope to get me through.”