In July of 2020, my children and I lived with some family after previously being kicked out of their father’s house. Due to domestic violence, I chose to leave. I no longer felt it was safe for us. Since I have no other living family members, there was nowhere else for us to go. I went to Catherine Cobb looking for help, and they sent the kids and me to Neighbors of Hope.
I had never been homeless or stayed at a shelter before. I expected a small building with beds practically stacked on top of each other. Honestly, I was scared. What I thought was going to be one of the worst experiences of my life turned out to be one of the best.
Most of my life has been full of abuse, loss, and death. I became an orphan at the age of 11 and lived in an abusive home after that. My relationship with my children’s father was abusive as well. So, I had never experienced a positive environment with other people.
When I came here, I was filled with fear, shame and had absolutely no sense of self-worth. I was trying to hold it together for my kids. I had a car and worked full time, but I still felt I was not doing enough, that I could never do enough or be enough.
In the last eight months, I have found the closest thing to family, that I have ever had. The women here are some of the most beautiful human beings I have ever known. Just being themselves and doing their job as “House Moms,” they give broken people like me an amount of support and kindness that I do not think they are fully aware of it. They’ve changed my life and my children’s lives for the better. These women are down-to-earth, honest, caring, and give all they can- even on the hardest of days.
When we leave here, I will take every lesson they have taught me, every kind word, and all the moments I found love where I never expected to find it. I am a stronger and better person because this Ministry and the people here will always have a special place in my heart.