by Juggling The Jenkins | Jan 20, 2021 | Recovering Beautifully - Your Stories of Hope.
My story did not begin in an unusual way for a teenager. It started with weekend sleepovers with a group of friends during which we would creep out the back door once parents had gone to sleep; sneaking sips of wine and hits from a joint through quiet laughter. I...
by Juggling The Jenkins | Jan 13, 2021 | Recovering Beautifully - Your Stories of Hope.
School was easy for me growing up. Until it wasn’t. When I was a junior in high school, I didn’t know what was wrong: all I knew was it was hard to go, I didn’t like it, and I couldn’t focus. Everyone was talking about which college they would get into. I was just...
by Juggling The Jenkins | Dec 28, 2020 | Recovering Beautifully - Your Stories of Hope.
***Trigger Warning: Graphic Language of Drug Use*** It starts out as the same old story, right? I started experimenting with pills while in nursing school. I was 21, my then-boyfriend (now husband) & I had just bought a house. We got a roommate from our work to...
by Juggling The Jenkins | Dec 16, 2020 | Recovering Beautifully - Your Stories of Hope.
It was a Saturday during the wee hours of a frigid November morning in 2015 that I had finally been found out. The wails coming from my hysterical sister’s mouth were horrific. We were on the back patio of her home, and I had just confessed to her my truth—that I was...
by Juggling The Jenkins | Oct 3, 2019 | Recovering Beautifully - Your Stories of Hope.
*TW: Language of self-harm* When I was younger I thought I lived a pretty normal life. I guess all kids think their lives are normal until they get old enough to really look around and see their life is actually a little different. I was the youngest of five girls....
by Juggling The Jenkins | Sep 26, 2019 | Recovering Beautifully - Your Stories of Hope.
****TRIGGER WARNING**** Sexual Abuse They first came for me when I was 6 years old. I told my parents about the assaults at age 8. The teenagers and men continued the abuses until I was 13. Looking back, as a 45-year-old single mother of a 17-year-old son, I can’t...
