When I first got to Living in Liberty’s safe house, I was nervous. Here I was back in the same county where I had been trapped in darkness. I had been trapped in the darkness of addiction, the darkness of captivity, the darkness of being sold into prostitution. I feared that the people who had previously sold me would find me and kill me. I worried that the streets would “call” to me and that I’d slip up or run away when things got tough.
After arriving in the driveway of the safe house, I took that first step out of the car and took that moment in.
That moment: That moment felt like freedom, peace and sanity. The safe house program was being offered to me for up to 18 to 24 months. On top of that, it was a choice. It was a choice to come, a choice for individual attention, a choice for long term stability. Most of all, it was an opportunity to find serenity for my heart and soul and balance to this chaos called life. And I realized then how close I was to the women who had found me at my lowest.