Hello my name is Cherrice Holmes-Mitchell

By Cherrice Holmes-Mitchell

And this is my life story. I am  a 35 year old Black female who has been trying to get my recovery since I was 15 years old. I could remember when I was two and my mom gave me my first drink of alcohol and it was brandy and eggnog I remember liking it taste so damn good. I used to run around and drink out of family members cups and it was okay. I also remember her giving me my first drug which was china white heroin she shot me up with 10cc and it was the best high I ever had so I started using by taking some of hers snorting it. Then I got a hold of some powder cocaine and it took me out of my body and it made me forget the pain hurt that was going on in life I never had a child hood.

Let me back up a minute I was molested by my mother from age 6 till I was11 years old. my mother also turn me into ring of prostrations she had a very bad drug habit so she trade me for drugs all the time I thought I had to because she was my mother but before numb me I turn a trick I had a drink, some powder and some cocaine to numb the feelings of all these men just touching me and I think about my mom need it but love turn in to hate towards my mom was glad she went to jail.

And that’s when my life really became hell because I had to go and live with my aunt Diane who very emotionally abusive to me. I remember taking her kids to school cooking dinner and doing my chores and homework and at this time I was only 9 years old so I never gave me a chance to be a child so how could I raise one myself. I was really disrespectful towards my mother and myself as a woman because I did not no what a woman was. I was a six year old trapped in a grown woman’s body I have been thru many things over the years. I am a mother of ten I have five boys and five girls and none of them in my care. How could I care for someone when I didn’t know how to care for me I have had pimps in my life as well as gangsters all of my children are by ten different men with ten different attitudes I was abused my some and taught by others the real way of the streets.

Here is were my life as I thought was beautiful I meet my first husband in 1994 and everything was beautiful I never had anyone to show me the things he showed me but what started off sweet ended in a very bitter way. He died and I was just lost. I didn’t know any other way but to get into another relationship and he was just the one for me gold teeth, jewelry cars just balling out of control jumped in head first and I fucked around and feel in love with him.

So here we go grinding hard sun up sun down we just getting paper any ways we can I am running spreads that’s the paper game going into banks cash false checks for cool amounts of cash. I never wanted for any thing he started cheating on me with several different women well  I went to prison for a drug case that should have been his I got out found out that he had another woman was in my home so I came out mad and upset to were I went through the bathroom window and my anger took over me to where I destroyed everything they called the police on me and that’s when everything changed 9-29-05.

I started using and putting where and tear on my body turning tricks and not caring as long as I was getting high here is my bottom I got into a car with a trick who ask me did I want a drink I said yes not realizing the bottle was open and I am guzzling the Hennessey down and snorted some powder when I woke up I was tied to the railroad tracks and didn’t know who I was because I was drugged and sent to john George psychics where I stayed for two weeks and then to home called wood roe place where I took a lot of medication and once stable sent to OHP were I stabilized on my meds I am currently going to an outpatient were I am  aware of my symptoms and what needs to be worked on in my life I am clean and sober.

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