In the Summer of 2007 I was renting from a sexist slumlord. He entered my apartment without my consent & then tried to evict me because by law he had to replace my door lock. Something he refused to do.

Not 2 weeks later I was at a homeless shelter for women. Where I spent the majority of that Summer. In August a family member came out to visit. She treated my situation as if it was normal. She also refused to help me get out of the street shelter I was  in. After she left, I became suicidal & hit the lowest part of my life. If it wasn’t for my husband & my friends in the city I was in I would not be here today. I’m so grateful for the friendships I had that Summer as I never used drugs or turned tricks to stay off the street. They fed me & made me coffee I’ll never forget. Remember if you hit rock bottom the only way is up.