God made me His own
One of my biggest fears has always that I’ll end up like my parents. I grew up with my mom surrounded by a drug culture. When I was in middle school she went to jail. My grandma, who I barely knew, brought me to Florida.
I started blaming myself for what my mom went though and so my grandma started forcing me to go to St. Dominic. It was there that my life started to change.
On a retreat I met people who loved me, built me up, and made to feel like I was part of their family. I came to realize that I’m not just a byproduct of my parents because I am loved by God who made me His own and loves me in the midst of my brokenness.