Manipulation, coercion, verbal abuse, and gaslighting tore the fabric of her worldview as her abuser shrunk Tracy’s life to an existence. The worst part of it all was the psychological abuse she endured.
“The more depressed I got, the more anxious I got and then the two of them are a very vicious cycle. They feed off of each other like nothing else.”
“I was living in my car and then I think a year passed and I couldn’t keep my job and I couldn’t keep the payments for the car. I did end up for about three weeks on the street and then a place opened up [at Simonka Place] for me.
“…selling drugs, doing drugs, staying up late trying to make ends meet just to pay bills and provide a better life for my children and future. But my addiction took over everything and I lost sight of what was important,” admits Jacorie.
I wish there was more facilities like Simonka that were willing to open their doors no matter what your circumstance, no matter what your affliction is.
As far back as I could remember, I’d always been confident I had everything figured out. I was the Lewis and Clark of my own experience…
To communicate to clients that I have literally been where they are, sat where they are sitting, gives me a common ground to work from so I can better support them…
It’s not about me. It’s not my story. It’s about the One who shines through me. May God shine through me every day.
There’s nothing too big or too small that Christ can’t do. If you haven’t put your faith in Jesus Christ, today is the day.
God has given me a passion for [volunteering at UGM]…I have a love for [the women]. I feel compassion for where they are.
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