By Berneita Barnes
On January 9, 1990, I entered treatment. I had finally come face to face with the fact that I was a drug addict.I had three children and no place to call home. I had been living in abandoned buildings. I had no job, no prospects and no education.
At my lowest point, I begged, borrowed and stole just to fulfill the yearning and urges that came with using cocaine. Begging, borrowing or stealing weren’t enough on some days to fulfill the need to get high. When there was nothing left in the house to sell, I sold myself.
My father took me to the place in Chicago where I would be questioned and examined and finally taken to another place where I would spend the next six months of my life reshaping and finally learning who Berneita really was.
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