Dessa goodlett

Breaking the cycle

When I was 12 years old, my mom left me. I thought it was me, and it took me a long time to realize that it wasn't. I spent years in rebellion; stealing cars, doing drugs, and running away from every foster home I was placed in. I was the girl whose mom abandoned her, but kept her other siblings, and I was angry and confused. I turned to heroin at 13 years old, and than alcohol at 14, and lost the few friends I had kept the past two years. My mom wasn't a bad mom, and that made it all the more painful that she didn't want me. I was separated from my siblings, except one older sister, who was already doing meth, and had her first kid at 15. I was 13 when my niece was born and I was terrified she was going to be taken from us.