Hello, my name is Shanericka Mathew, born in Houston, TX. I grew up in Acres Home, where both my paternal and maternal sides of the family resided. I was the oldest of two kids for my mother and the oldest of six for my father. As a teenager, I transferred to East Houston, attending North Shore High School. While there, I met my high school sweetheart, Andre. We continued our relationship and became a young married couple. Suddenly, my world shifted from being a newly married 21-year-old to a widow after I suddenly lost my husband to a motorcycle accident. This led to a long journey of substance abuse, depression, and losing the respect and trust of many family members and people who were trying to support me genuinely. Along the way, I was convicted of 2 Felony charges that cannot able to be expunged for possession. In my corner, I always had my mother, who was steadfast in giving unwavering love and commitment to me and whatever it took to turn my life around. I hit my final draw in 2015 after jumping out of 2-story building, attempting suicide. I was hospitalized for months, and I decided I wanted a change in my life. I packed up my Nissan, heading to Minnesota with all my belongings, and started my journey into fixing my life. I joined a rehab program that was shortly shut down, and I had to come back to Houston, which worked in my favor because I was now pregnant with my second and wanted my children to be raised together(with my daughter still living with my mother). This was another short-lived period of my life because my mother's health went into decline, and I had to switch roles and be the one to take care of her. While being able to love her at her bedside was one of the most humbling things I've experienced, it was also the most hurtful. Now here I am faced with two roads, one where I can go to the most familiar route, and the other being the one where I continue to press forward, knowing my biggest cheerleader was no longer here to push me through. Not even 6 months after the passing of my mother, my stepfather thought it was best that I remove myself from what I knew as home and get my own space. This deterred against my hopes of raising my children together, for my daughter was still legally his, and I had no rights(which felt like no access to her). I began working full-time at Home Depot, raising my two-year-old Prince, Josiah. Amid my mother's passing, Josiah's father lost a battle to cancer. This drew me up to now, relying on community resources such as the food pantry to feed me and my son. Being a single mother while attending school and paying out of pocket has been an experience not made for the weak, but I keep my eyes on the prize in knowing I want to be the difference in society. I have continued interest in being the social worker that I needed. I currently serve as a Client Advocate for those who suffer from mental disease. It's easy to box illegal action to bad people, but in my experience, these are people who need a different kind of help that sitting in jail just won't do. My lesson in all this is, don't take advantage of time and let your scars in life be the beauty marks to help the next person, and most importantly, NEVER GIVE UP!