Thank you. I am collecting funds to open a recovery house, publish my autobiographical, anti-addiction book/journal for those who live, love and work with chemically dependent women and others grappling with alcoholism and drug addictions and organize Health and Wellness Health Fairs in urban ghetto communities in Columbus and Dayton, Ohio.
Too many women, mothers and others become homeless and criminals because of abuse, alcoholism and drug addiction. I am asking for support in getting help for those who want help. Here’s a little about me. As a young child in Tuskegee, Alabama, I received little care and less nurturing. My childhood was unhappy, unprotected and rotten with hunger, gnawing poverty and abuse. In Alabama, there were times my brother and I picked through garbage for morsels of precious food. I was a victim of physical, emotional and horrid molestation and sexual abuse. Childhood molestation is a wicked, wicked crime against the innocent and truly powerless. Shamefully, these terrible evils were inflicted by trusted relatives and close family friends. Due to punitiveness and abuse at seemingly every turn, although a bright child, I became a fearful, introverted and lonely little girl.
My mother was a poor sharecropper, laundress and psychotic alcoholic. The acute poverty and mental infirmity contributed to her inability to properly care for three illegitimate children. I was but a toddler when my father was brutally murdered. The drunken father of my sister and brother beat my mother and took her little money. At age eleven, to avoid placement of her children in state child care, my mother fled Tuskegee for my grandmother’s Cleveland, Ohio attic.
Following a lengthy illness, my grandmother died. My already fragile mother was unable to cope with her passing. Two days after my grandmother’s funeral, my delicate mother perished from a prescription drug overdose. The two most important people in my life were dead. I was sixteen years old. My nine aunts and three uncles living in Cleveland let me go to a foster home. My self-loathing, fear and hatred deepened. Alcohol and drugs were my means of surviving my pain and emotional anguish. I became a mother just barely out of my teens. My daughter’s father abandoned us because of my alcohol and drug addiction. I was homeless with an innocent and helpless baby.
The homeless shelter was instrumental in my daughter and I getting permanent housing. We were eventually sheltered in the largest federal housing project in Dayton, Ohio known as Parkside Homes. This project was infested with drugs, roaches, crime and violence. It came to be called “home” for the next fifteen and a half years. I was impoverished, demoralized and unhappy. Due to the merciless nature of the disease of addiction, I neglected my precious child. I eventually lost custody of a beautiful daughter. Twenty of the best years of my life were spent wallowing in and suffering through the severe and cruel consequences which come with addiction and alcoholism.
After near death experiences, I sought help from a variety of agencies and organizations. It was a long and difficult climb. I engaged in many positive life changes. The life lessons were not easy and still take patience, faith and plenty of action. Thank you, God, for your mercy and love. Today, I am alive. I am a gray-haired, sixty-four years young and vibrant woman with over twenty-six years of daily recovery.
I advocate for alcoholics and addicted human beings. My focus is women and mothers because I have much experience with this population. However, I offer my services to incarcerated women, parolees and others. I still volunteer in treatment centers and speak in prisons and institutions. As I shared earlier, I spent twenty years in the fiery hellhole of alcoholism and drug addiction. I am over twenty-six years sober and clean. This translates to over 45 years of experience with alcoholism and drug addiction. Your contributions are greatly appreciated. I will gladly share my experience, strength and hope with your group. Thank you.