Tracey’s Story

Tracey’s Story

My mom passed away when I was only a year old. Because of that, my siblings and I went to live with our Grandmother in Michigan. With her, we grew up involved with our church, singing in the choir, volunteering at nursing homes and stuff like that. But for some reason...
Jeff’s Story

Jeff’s Story

When I was three years old, my father died of a cocaine overdose.  I grew up being called worthless, and being abused both physically and emotionally… it felt like there was nothing I could do to be good enough. I was 8 years old when I drank alcohol for the first...
Hakim’s Story

Hakim’s Story

I didn’t start using until after high school. I was raised to believe that God was angry and there was nothing I could do to please him. When I began to question the religious traditions and customs I grew up in, I was no longer accepted by my family and was pushed...