When I was at a very low part of my life I decided to become a Social Worker. I was eighteen years old, my father was incarcerated for the third time of his life, my mother wasn’t in the picture, and she hasn't been in my life since I was a little girl. At the time I was still in high school, leaving me alone with no parents or home to call mine. I moved in with my uncle who took me as his daughter. Months later, it felt like my life was over again. My uncle and his wife were later sentenced to prison for seven years. I moved in with my boyfriend, for at the time he was my last hope, and I had no other support at the time.He became abusive. I Stayed with him because I was looking for love in the wrong …show more content…
I slept on the bus stop, on the bus, on the train, the library, where I could lay my head.This is not funny, but sometimes I joke around and say I can sleep wherever now. I had nothing, no family, no friends, no job, no clothes.I washed my clothes out every day at the school on my lunch breaks and dried them wherever I could. I Finished high school at the age of 19 years old. I got my first long-term job at McDonald's, I got into in a shelter called Avenues, and I enrolled in a Community College. When I was at Avenues shelter, I was going to school to be a nurse. I wanted to help people. But the longer I stayed in the shelter I started to grow relationships with the staff members. My youth Counselors and Case managers helped me with homework, help me get to college every day, they gave me the support and healing I needed from being in an abusive relationship. They helped me find housing; they really helped empower me. That’s the feeling I would love to give to others who are trying to better their lives.I started interviewing them. I asked them about all the worked they do. I asked them about the thing they do for the communities and youth. After talking to five different case managers and youth counselors I had made up my mind that what I wanted …show more content…
It affects me so much because of my own experiences growing up in a single parent home or no parents I know that it a hard journey of a child living in a broken home.And how hard it would be for them with little to no opportunities to break the cycle. I walked away feeling like it my duty to “Stop the unflinchingly candid in its portrayal of a broken system and a broken society where we abandoned our children and the youth are Overlooked and where children continue to grow up in an ongoing not being loved “.Or cared about correctly. I want them to look at me as a person of color to and how is so caring and understanding that I am and that there is hope, that they can do anything if they put their minds to it. And that there always someone out there who loves you correctly. I truly believe that it takes a village to raise a child because I live in the shelter, foster cares systems so many different family members. It helps children and gives them so much we take care of children together as a community when they are not in the parents' household. When it comes to children they