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 tried to quit a few times… would make it a few months and then fall back into it.

I figured no one could help me because I was so down.

“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 was so physically and mentally depleted that I felt like a shell; just empty,” says Tracy.

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.

I used to feel like I was not a capable mother.

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…

I’ve moved into a key and high-paying position in less than a year,” says Chuck, who initially made the job connection through a local staffing agency.

I’m one of those people where if I’m going to commit to something, I’ll commit.