I feel sad. I feel a lot of pain. I know I made a lot of mistakes. And when you say something, you hurt people and it can be a mistake, but you can’t take it back.
My daughter wouldn’t listen to me and I used to call her names and that wasn’t good. She was 27 and now she is 32. I have learned to think before I react.
When I was 16, I wanted to be a party girl and a mother at the same time. So I did a lot of drinking. My mother raised my daughter and so did God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I was in and out of her life and I tried to make amends with her, but she didn’t accept it, and I understand that, because so much had happened to her.
Now I’m trying to be the best person I can: by going to AA, not drinkin’, not druggin’, and on Jan. 2, I celebrated eight years sober and clean from drugs. I go to school and I go to therapy every two weeks. I meet with my caseworker every Tuesday. I am doing well.
A year ago, I got my own place. I’m fixing it up, making a house a home, not something I just lay in. I feel like God and Jesus have been good to me.