For almost two years now, I have been living a life I once believed was impossible —a life built on sobriety, stability, and purpose. Drug addiction stole far too many years from me. It took my confidence, my opportunities, and some of the people I loved most. I have lost many friends to the disease of addiction, and for a long time, I feared I would be next. My turning point came a year and a half ago, when I made the decision to change my life. It was the hardest decision I have ever made, but without question, it was also the best.
My journey to sobriety was not clean or easy. I went to prison and lost everything, but when I walked out of those gates, something inside me shifted. I saw a better version of myself waiting on the other side of the work I needed to do. For the first time, I started to believe I was worthy of something more. I began to love myself in a way I never had before.
Being a Black woman adds another layer to my story. My identity shaped how I move through the world—sometimes unseen, sometimes underestimated, but always resilient. I learned early on that I would have to work twice as hard to be taken seriously, and that the world would not always give me the benefit of the doubt. When addiction entered my life, the stigma doubled. I was not only fighting the weight of my own mistakes, but also the stereotypes placed on Black women who struggle. Yet my identity also gave me strength. I come from a legacy of women who survived, who rebuilt, who rose. That legacy carried me when I could not carry myself.
One moment that changed me happened after my release from prison. I was interviewing for a job. When the manager asked about the gap in my work history, my instinct was to hide the truth. Addiction had silenced me for years, teaching me to shrink myself and avoid judgment. My voice shook as I said, “I struggled with addiction, and I went to prison. But I’m sober now, and I’m rebuilding my life.” I expected rejection. Instead, I received understanding. That moment taught me strength, and my voice has power even when it trembles.
Today, I am a manager at my job, a full‑time Business student, and someone who wakes up every day grateful for the chance to grow. I have a safe apartment, a reliable vehicle, a beautiful fiancé, and a puppy named Wallen. These things may seem ordinary to some, but to me, they represent a second chance at life.
Earning my business degree is the next step in my transformation. This degree will give me the knowledge and skills to advance in my career and build long‑term stability. I want to understand leadership, finance, management, and organizational strategy so I can grow. Education will help me work not just harder, but smarter. It will give me confidence to pursue promotions, start new ventures, or even open my own business one day.
Most importantly, my degree will allow me to make a difference. As a Black woman in recovery, I know what it feels like to be overlooked, judged, or counted out. I want to use my voice and my experience to show others—especially women of color—that their past does not define their future. I want to mentor, advocate, and lead in ways that create opportunities for people who feel unseen. Sobriety gave me clarity, but education is giving me direction.