I was born in Brooklyn, New York. My birth mother was a crack cocaine addict and I was born as a result of a drug deal. I was placed in foster care shortly after I was born, as a result of child negligence. When I was around 2, my grandmother came to relieve me from the Foster Care system and took me into her home as though I was her very own daughter.
I was not born into a Christian family. Instead, I lived with my mom who was an alcoholic and two half-siblings. When I was 2, we were all taken to foster care. I was in foster care for 2 ½ years. In that time I lived in seven different houses before coming to live with the family that would adopt me...
My name is Sabrina. I am 18 years old. I grew up with my mother, grandparents and younger brother. My father left us when I was two years old, and has had little involvement in my life since. For most of my childhood the only Christians I knew were my grandparents. They would take me and my brother to church when I was little.
I'm Rey. I am sixteen years old. I was born in Randolph, VT. My mom was not a Christian and my father was Catholic and was also a severe alcoholic. He was the only religious person I knew at the time. My parents were never married but lived together. They separated when I was 3 months old. When I was five years old my dad died.
Although she grew up in a loving Christian family, Casey struggled with intense feelings of emptiness and self-hatred. Like many teens with such feelings, she tried filling the void in her heart with relationships and other distractions. This eventually brought her to utter hopelessness. But Casey’s story was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning, slowly shaping into a tale that would take her on a journey through the experience of brokenness.