“When we entered, the sight I saw was a sight that will never leave my memory. He was chained and shackled to his death bed. As I sat there beside him, he began to tell me how sorry he truly was for all the wrong he had done.” … More Camille’s Story
I stopped going to counseling and didn’t want to talk about it with my sister when she would ask “Hanna, when will we see mommy and daddy again?”because I had tears and no answers.” … More Hanna’s Story
I eventually ended up robbed on the streets of Las Vegas with no family, no friends, and nothing but the clothes on my back and my empty heart. … More Elizabeth’s Story
The thing about sharing our stories is that it’s not about us, it’s not about being known ourselves. It’s about normalizing pain and struggles; it’s about being willing to turn on the light so that someone else can see that they are not alone. … More Melanie’s Story
I have anxiety. I have a low self-esteem. I’m a helper. I’m a giver (often times too much). I’m a fighter. And I love very, very hard… … More Lani’s Story
Hope Shack 