This nonfiction memoir packs a powerful punch.
Except for brief periods in her young life, the author’s journey to adulthood was problematic and filled with obstacles… and sinkholes.
Being born to a mother who already had children… and a substance abuse problem foreshadowed the rocky path the author would travel even as a young child.
The bright spot and perhaps anchor for young Wanda was a committed grandmother. She went above and beyond, helping her grandchildren for as long as she could, never giving up hope her daughter would turn her life around and be the mother her children needed.
It’s obvious the faith the grandmother had in Wanda helped shaped her character. But, I believe it also hindered her mentally and emotionally, leading her to hide her pain in silence, and later, alcohol.
This is not a pretty story. But it does not seek to place blame. It’s about understanding people, especially family. It’s about the emotional power of forgiveness and understanding the need to forgive yourself. And it’s about the choices we make as we move through this life and the ripple effect they have on those around us.
My one issue with this read—it needs a professional edit. There is a moving story here which could be lost to others because of grammar and syntax errors.
Still, I wholeheartedly recommend this book. It’s raw and gritty and inspiring. The author doesn’t absolve herself of anything. She gives the reader the chance to take a short walk in her shoes and understand why she’s blessed to still be here.
“They Said That I Wouldn’t Make It: But Here I am“
Genre: Personal Growth/Self-Help
Release Date: August 31, 2017
This story is about survival & forgiveness. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 26 and was not too sure if she could take care of me. Physically or emotionally. At this time she was already struggling to take care of two kids that were 6 and 7 years old and adding another child to her equation, just did not bring her any comfort.
I was told by my grandmother that she talked my mother into keeping me and she had hoped that me coming into this world would slow her down or stop my mother from snorting cocaine and smoking weed. My grandmother was wrong. The drug and alcohol use continued and increased. When I was 10 my mother invited a couple of friends over to play cards and socialize. I can tell you right now neither of the two happened. The glass table in the living room was filled with cocaine powder and razors.Most of my childhood and early adult life was spent looking and trying to fulfill an empty space that I felt. I made a lot of mistakes with money and relationships because of this feeling. I almost lost my daughter because of it. One day I woke up after a night of excessive drinking and crashing my Honda Civic into a wall. I had to make a decision. Did I want to live or die? I chose to live.