06/02/2026
"nobody should ever be reduced to the worst chapter of their life". Family is found in unpredictable places. Thank God for those who watch out for others, even when in the midst of their own hard times.
Peer2Peer Story Time – Lived Experience ~
I found comfort in my street community, as odd as that may sound.
For the first time in a long time, I found a place where there was no judgment, stigma, or shame. I spent many of my days in crack shacks, where laughter and sorrow were exchanged in equal measure.
We looked out for one another.
People stepped into the roles of mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers. Many folks had lost connection to their families, so we created our own. We even called some of the OGs "Mom" because they watched over us and made sure we were okay.
Thankfully, that wasn't my story entirely.
Even in the depths of my addiction, I had my mom and my older sister. They loved me unconditionally. No matter how many mistakes I made, how many times I stumbled, or how lost I became, they never stopped loving me.
There were dangerous moments and harsh realities. Violence, addiction, trauma, and survival were part of everyday life. Some people were hurt, others were pushed out of spaces, and many of us carried wounds that couldn't always be seen.
But there was also humanity.
There were people sharing their last cigarette, checking if someone made it through the night, making sure someone had a blanket, or sitting with a friend who was struggling.
I made lifelong friendships during those years.
Many of the people I knew have passed on, but the ones who found recovery and healing are still my friends today.
The street community taught me many things. Most importantly, it taught me that every person has value, every story matters, and nobody should ever be reduced to the worst chapter of their life. ❤️ ~ Karen
