After a terrible and horrific childhood, which included an illness in my early months of life.
Life shows no sign of hope.
Living amongst the poor in a constant fight for my life…..both physically and mentally.
Not exactly Park Avenue in New York
Kerosene heaters and the bottle of booze to keep me warm
I am like a soldier waiting for the next battle, armed and loaded waiting for whatever… or whomever may come out of the shadows.
Two failed marriages……three kids taken into DCF custody……I have never been more alone.
So this is what rock bottom feels lik!!!
God, was he there??? When I was held against my will with two guns pointed at my body, was he there? Had he forgotten? When I was being beaten and abused??? Did he know…… Did he Know??
Mentally…… I felt like I was in a whirlwind cycle not sure of when I would hit back on solid ground.
Bridgeport Rescue Mission….. my beacon of security
A man….. strong, intelligent, loving….GOOD
Love….. an almost forgotten feeling
Third times the charm they say
My faith in god restored and my behavior maintained
Bridge House, because of them my anger is subsided, my self-esteem risen
God was on my side, every step
Courageous, strong, happy, Advocate, Peer…. these words now define me
The light… I have found it….. shines bright and leads me through the rest of the days of my life
Sharon Stevenson, Bridgeport, Connecticut
Eliminating the Stigma, One Story at a Time
Southern Connecticut Alliance, B Stigma-Free, Essay Contest 2014