Just like me
When I was younger, I struggled with drugs. It was my good friend, who is also the father of my youngest son, who showed me a path toward self-awareness and healing. I got clean in 1989, and I haven’t looked back since. I used to drink, but it was never an issue for me like drugs were. With drugs, I lost control completely; I was a terrible mother and a really selfish person. I was deeply affected by the intergenerational trauma from Indian Residential Schools. Over the years, I’ve changed and learned how to take care of myself. I’ve done my best to be a good person. I’m sharing this because you might think I’m perfect, but trust me, I’m not. I want you to know that we Indigenous people are all in the same boat, and we share many similar experiences. I pray that God’s grace is with us every day as we face our battles.