I started smoking weed at the age of 12 because I thought it was normal. Everyone else was doing it, so why couldn’t I?
The abuse that Stephanie Steadman suffered at a tender age paved the way for a string of negative events, which turned her from a happy child into a victim of all types of abuse.
My story has a sad beginning. With a childhood that was lacking a father and a home that looked like hell, my mother, brothers and I were all sad and oppressed.
My brother was involved in many gang-related activities. He used to sell and smoke weed; he would get into a lot of fights with people around our area…
From an early age, I already faced many adversities, which unfortunately had their negative effects while growing up.
I had always dreamt of using my hands to bring my imagination to life.
An addiction can make every day unpleasant; it can take away all hope for a future and a normal life.