Hello, I'm Kelly. I've  had a rough time for  awhile. My raging  alcoholic mother  verbally and physically  abused us 3 girls  growing up. There was  always a lot of anger  around. In late high  school and college I  began to use and sell  drugs and alcohol. At  18, I got pregnant. I  left the father a year  later and thought I  found "Prince  Charming". He was  really a monster. He  would drug me, rape  me, and abuse me. We were dealing drugs for a South American cartel, and I did more drugs than I could handle. Soon I became a heroin user. One day, he was caught with drugs, and I got the rap.

During 3 years probation, I failed every urine test. They gave me chance after chance, but I couldn't stay clean. I went to detox, but left on the run. Finally I was picked up on arrest warrants and sentenced to 2 years in jail.

At first, I begged them to parole me back home, but I'm so glad to be at the Boston Rescue Mission instead. Here, people are kind-hearted and invite me to contribute. People are willing to help out in healthy ways. Before, I wasn't able to love and be honest with myself. Now I can openly share feelings and trust people. I'm thankful and grateful to the Boston Rescue Mission for helping me out. Here, lives are being saved every minute.