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My Story My Mission

Hi Guys! Welcome and thank you for being here and most importantly thank you for being YOU! I want to start off by saying I love you, and you most certainly matter!

So here it is MY STORY!

I was born on July 19, 1981 in Dorchester Ma. I am the oldest of Three Sisters and Two brothers! Large family yes but we were what you call a broken family is how people referred to it. My mom and Dad had me and my brother Tommy who is 2 years younger then me. My mom was 19 and my Dad was 21 just out of the Marine Corps. They split up early on and both had 2 other children each with other peeps. Before the breakup there was some substance abuse issues that played a big role in the events that had happened. Dad went to Jail because he would black out after drinking not knowing what had happened the next day. I remember my brother and I hiding in closets and under tables. and unfortunately I do remember domestic violence and a car ride to the hospital in a cop car. I also remember that we moved around a lot and we were poor. We were living in Lynn, then a foster home (where me and my brother were separated for a little while which made me so sad and worried). Then we lived with my Auntie Lizzie. Lynn was a tough place to live it was definitely not safe and I do remember having a little too much freedom. My brother and I ran around the neighborhood riding bikes, climbing trees, and building forts. The foster home we were in was a nice home with a dog, two parents and a big brother. I was definitely confused as to what was going on but this was the first time I did feel safe. After about a couple years we went to live with my Auntie Lizzy. As much as I love my Auntie she also suffered with Substance abuse disorder. So things were unpredictable. I remember some domestic disturbances and times where I felt alone and confused. Where the hell are my parents? Well after about a couple years or so it seemed to me as a 5 year old, my Dad finally picked us up one day! He not only got out of Jail but he also went to court and got custody of his 4 Children. He realized in Jail that he was an alcoholic. He told me a million times how he had no idea until he picked up the Big Book! He also stated that in order to stay sober in the beginning he went to 5 meetings a day if that's what it took!

Well things were better but things then took a turn. My Auntie Lizzie died when I was 14 years old she overdosed. A year later on the same day My beautiful Nana passed away and I never did get wear her wedding ring and sneak into a bingo hall with her. And unfortunately this was just the beginning of my losses. My uncle Joey (My Dads brother) was found dead at a bus stop in Lynn from an accidental overdose a few years later. Then my cousin Angelo died at 29 years young from an apparent overdose. Then My Dads two sisters died within a couple years of each other. One passed from cirrhosis of the liver and the other I believe was not exactly an overdose but complications do to lots of years of substance abuse and unhealthy lifestyle. I wish I could say that's the end of my list. On October 8, 2016 I got a phone call from my little brother Tommy that my Dad was dead. My Dad was in Recovery for over a year and was the healthiest he's been in many years prior. My Dad unfortunately (around the time I was in college) had neck surgery and got prescribed Oxycontin and lots of them! That drug took my Dad for many years. He then finally got Sober and was doing well. He gained weight and was finally eating right and taking care of himself! I was so happy and so proud of my Dad, My Hero. Unfortunately my hero died that night due to a heart attack which was caused by using co***ne and fentanyl. My heart shattered in pieces and my whole world paused. I couldn't believe it. My Dad the Marine, the strongest most resilient guy I know was gone? And if that's not enough loss I lost my baby brother Kippy. Kippy battled with substance abuse on and off. He ended up with endocarditis and in the end he kept getting infection after infection until his body just couldn't fight anymore. My poor baby brother was only 27. He passed away on October 30th 2017. So folks with that being said that is why I am so passionate about helping people that struggle with Substance abuse disorder. I have loved and lost too many and not only do I not want to lose anymore, I have found holistic healing modalities that have saved me (Specifically Reiki and EFT Tapping) and I know will help change so many lives!

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