My name is Megan. I am 32 years old and I am from Amarillo, Texas.
I was molested by a neighbor when I was 8 years old. He got me drunk on pina coladas and he told me they were snocones. I was spending the night over there because his neice was there. I never told anyone.
From that point on I always sought love and acceptance from all the wrong people, places, and things as well as being very rebellious, especially at school.
I got pregnant with Andrew my senior year of high school and dropped out. I got my GED a year later.
I dabbled with drinking, pills, and weed but it was never really a problem.
I met a man and fell in love. While we were together he lost his son to SIDS. He moved away to North Carolina. I found out I was pregnant shortly after but I never told anyone. About 5 or 6 months into that pregnancy I lost the baby, a little boy I named Ezra Blake. I didn't even tell his father that I was pregnant and I didn't because I saw how it destroyed him when he lost one of his twins.
I moved to Dallas and became very depressed. I was pregnant when I moved down there. I had Noah 3 months later. He has to have surgery when he was 28 days old and he was autistic. I blamed myself for that so I got addicted to pills because I felt so guilty.
My addiction and out of control behavior caused me to get my boys taken away from me. I took it very hard. I started cutting myself because I felt like my pain was the only thing that I could control in a world that was so out of control. I met another man. This relationship became very dependent on drugs. I started using met even though I hated it. He kidnapped me and held me hostage. He mentally, emotionally, physically, and sexually abused me. I got pregnant as a result of the rape that was going on in that relationship. Before I found out I was pregnant he was getting ready to sell me into the sex slave industry and beat me beyond recognition when I ran.
I had Hannah but I lost her twin Autumn Selah early on during the pergnancy and things were looking good. I started getting depressed again and my addiction to pills took over soon after. I overdosed because I just didn't want to live anymore because I felt like there was no way out and that all caused me to lose Hannah.
I became so angry at God for allowing me to live that I just wanted to numb myself to the point that I wouldn't love anyone anymore, even my own kids, because I destroyed everything I have ever remotely cared about. I wasn't worthy to be loved and because of all the pain and hurt I have been though before that, I would hurt everyone before they could hurt me.
I met another man and started smoking weed, drinking, and pills yet once again. It was a very toxic relationship. I found out about Teen Challenge and I decided to give that a try. I got clean on August 10th, 2015. I started Teen Challenge on August 17th, 2015 in Russellville, Arkansas. From there I was transferred to Ozark, Missouri. I was there for a year then I left. I went to the Walter Hoving Home (another Teen Challenge) 6 days after I left in Garrison, New York. I was transferred to Oxford, New Jersey where I completed the program on August 8th, 2017. I went to do an internship in Tijeras, New Mexico but then came to Jacksonville, Florida. I just accepted a position at Albemarle Teen Challenge in Elizabeth City, North Carolina.
Since entering Teen Challenge I experienced what real love is really like. Not only the love of others but the unconditional love of Christ. He left the 99 to come find me. God is restoring my family piece by piece. I never thought I would be happy but I love my life. I am passionate about helping other women through their journey to walking with Christ and being delivered. I am right where God wants me to be. I was taught how to lead by the some of most anointed leaders out there. I have true joy now. I wouldn't change anything because. If it weren't for my story, HIS testimony, then I wouldn't be where I am today. I am definitely called by God to be a Teen Challenge "lifer".
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