My Story

Words from the Author

Living in a smoke-filled house daily.  Sometimes not sleeping for days on end.  Not only not sleeping but not eating.  Just trying to figure out where my next hit (piece of crack) was coming from or how I was going to get it.  Wishing someone would knock on the door for me to go get it for them or a drug dealer was going to come over and ask to sit at my house to sell it that day.  The dealer not only comes over to sell his product but also for me to cook up the cocaine to crack.  

Once the process was completed, the dealer would give me all the crumbs and I could either sell it myself or smoke it.  When I was high, I was always looking out of peepholes in the front door, hearing all kinds of noises.  Your mind goes numb and your hearing gets keen like a bat.  That first high, you continue to try to feel over and over again but it’s an impossible hunt.  I would search high and low for crack.  On my knees, desperately searching for some that I may have dropped on the ground.  It’s sad and does not get any better.  Walking through alleys in the middle of the night hoping to not get stabbed or robbed.  

Although it was a terrifying time, I guess I wasn’t scared enough because this went on for over 9 years.  God was definitely in the midst of it all.  This story has to be told.  Is it embarrassing?  Yes.  Is it necessary to share?  Yes.  Will it help others?  I pray it does!  God had a plan for my life and I truly believe it was for me to share my truth and help others.

Being a Life Coach is my next step!

Lord, I’m available to You,

R. Renee The Author