I Do not want to give my whole story with this disclaimer giving you all the rights but basically

I was born in the Ghetto never got a chance in schools or life no matter how much I tried then I was awarded a scholarship to go to japan for school

I went learned and then decided I wanted to live there by any means eventually I got locked out of some dorms in LA and I yelled up to a balcony and got someone to come let me in little did I know I would end up living with this person and becoming good friends and little did I know he was a big head in Japanese underground

my story is pretty long and still unfolding

this is long story short but the whole story has drugs crimes rhymes and art

Kharma destiniy fate who knows
but everything happens for a reason its just what you do with what you get

I’ve always prayed for a type of guy to meet, every night before I go to bed, I’d ask. “Please let me find the right one and take me away from Miami.”

One day me and my mother got into a huge fight, and kicked me out.. A few days later I met the guy I’ve always wanted to me.. A month later we moved a way to Maine, and so much crazy things happened to us.

It was Friday night Oct 11th and the next morning I was to have my little girls 5th birthday party. But it was Friday night and I was ready to party myself! A very different kind of partying! You see, for the last 2 years of my 25 years I had drank booze and abused drugs. In fact that week I had been in the hospital for alcohol poisoning twice! I had tried to stop so many times but I just couldn’t! So I drank myself to a stupor and started to get ready for bed. My routine was always the same fall in bed and pass out! My husband being the best enabler a girl could have, always made sure that there was a pad on the mattress in case I could not make it to the bathroom to pee and newspapers on the floor, so if I had to puke the poison out of my body, I would not wreck the carpet! During that night, I woke up feeling so weak and sick to my stomach that I thought I was going to die! I turned on the bed side lamp and tried to get up I just could not do it! As I laid back on the pillow I could feel the vomit coming up to my throat! I leaned over and puked on the newspaper that Ken had put down for just this reason.

As I lay hovering over the paper I read the words printed in large script, DO YOU ABUSE ALCOHOL OR DRUGS? THERE IS HELP CALL INSIGHT! I felt such a need to call and prayed to make it trough the night! I promised God and myself if I made did that I would call. Well obviously I did make it and I did call. After the party the next day, I left fot rehab (before it was THE thing) I worked very hard to get straght and stay that way. Next week my little girl will be 30!!! And I will have my 25th sober birthday! It is a good thing that my husband (who I am still married to by the way) put the paper down on that page or who knows!!!!

In 2007 my sibling died from a drug overdose. Despite all efforts, treatment, and moving him across country for recovery, he came home and died 6 days later. It started an awareness toward drug addiction in our very small community. I wrote letters to newspapers, radio, and news stations, determined that the word would be on the street. A support system was started. This took over my life. About one year into this, by chance the same month we sent my brother to treatment, exactly one year earlier to the day, my phone rang. It was a desperate mother crying for help with her 22 year old son who was addicted to Oxycontin. This was in fact the exact situation that happened to me one year earlier with my brother. My mother called me crying about my 22 year old brother who was addicted to heroin. It was like a time warp or something, it took me back. I freaked out, knowing that if I didn’t do something for this woman, she would bury her son at 23, like we did my brother. I asked to speak to her son, who was as high as a kite at the time. I said I didn’t care, knowing from experience that this might be the BEST TIME TO TALK TO HIM. I single handedly convinced this kid to get help. I found a plane ticket for him and a bed in one of the best centers, as far away from home as I could find. I had to pull some stops out along the way, begging and pleading with people to help get this kid in recovery before he died. With no money at all the parent were helpless. We didn’t have the $7500, but I didn’t care. We scraped up $2500 from friends and family and put him on an airplane the next morning at 7am. I had promised the rest of the money to the recovery center, but had idea where I was going to find $5,000 in 30 days. Somehow, we raised the money, he recovered, came home, and is now 24 and the manager of his halfway house.