In the shadow of my chaotic childhood with lots of sexual abuse and drug abuse, I continued this behavior as an adult. I became involved in selling drugs; and though I never thought of myself as someone who would sell my body, I fell into it unintentionally. One day a girl, who I thought was my friend, took me to a house, and I immediately knew I was in trouble when I got there. That was the beginning of my trafficking story. It was like I was in hell—for the period of time I was held there and trafficked, every day I looked into the eyes of the devil himself.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I felt angry and scared. I felt like I was lost. I survived my experience because I always believed I would get out. I would sit in a filthy little corner of a room and pray. I guess you could say it was faith even though I didn’t know what to have faith in. Yet even in the depth of this darkness, I knew I wanted more out of life—shame kept me from believing I deserved it.
Eventually law enforcement got involved. From there I became involved with the Priceless organization—they have helped me in countless ways. But the person who has been key in my transformation is my mentor. She was the first person to really believe in me no matter what. She is truly a gift from God.
I hope that I will be able to help other girls who have been trafficked. That somehow telling my story will illuminate the good news about God and how He saves and brings peace.