Meet Natasha : She doesn't know how she made it out alive.
Hey there. I’m Natasha. Several years ago, my life was a mess. Let me take you back for a minute.
My childhood was not normal. I never knew my biological father and my mom seemed to run through men. Even though she denies that till this day. Every man she ever married was either physically or verbally abusive.
It should have been no surprise to my mother when I turned to drugs. My high school years I spent shut away in my bedroom, doing homework and getting stoned. That was how I coped.
My groundings were severe. No telephone, no television, no computer, not even for school work, no blind on my window, or curtain for that matter, my window was bolted shut, and I wasn’t allowed to have my bedroom door shut most of the time.
Don’t get it twisted, I was a little punk who fell in with the wrong crowd because I didn’t know how else to be accepted. Being with other misfits made me feel wanted. Being the only girl made me feel protected.
Yes, my stepfather went overboard but, that’s the past and I don’t let myself hold on to the bullshit anymore. I’m better than that. I will no longer let it affect me. My past does not define the woman I am or the woman I have yet to become.
After graduation, I switched to pills. Long story short - the heroin got me too. The opioid epidemic is crushing our country. Till this day, I still don’t know how I made it out alive.
I am 33 and my twenties were pure hell. Your twenties are supposed to be the time of your life. The time for making mistakes, right? Well, damn did I made them. It was a mixture of prison, rehabs, overdosing, prostitution, panhandling, being homeless, and it got even worse.
The things I have witnessed would bring normal people to their knees. I’ve been homeless, beaten, raped, left for dead, and I’ve begged for death. I never expected to make it out alive.
My husband and I got out. We left the city and never looked back. Now, it’s been six years and we are still going strong. We have a beautiful 4-year-old daughter and a perfect 2-year-old son. We have a home and vehicles. He goes to work every day and I have my own online business.
I made it. I made it and came out a better person than anyone could have imagined. I don’t let anyone tell me that I can’t.
I am a Beautiful Disaster. That means that I have triumphed over my demons and nothing can hold me down.
A Beautiful Disaster is courageous, unbreakable, and an original from the inside out. My scars are reminders of all that I have overcome and accomplished. I am perfectly imperfect.
I am a Beautiful Disaster. As is everyone with a story to tell and everyone has their own story.
Read Natasha's Blog : https://www.unjunkiefied.com/