Damaged Goods Still Have A Purpose!
I’m what you would have called a third generation baker. Only, because my dad, grandfather and various other family members were bakers. After my dad passed away, I started my own bakery business because of the fond memories I had growing up. It was captivating watching a cake scene come to life. So this is where I started teaching children. I taught youth of all ages. I taught them how to decorate using their own imagination. I provided a safe place for them to bring their friends and family.
I wanted to protect girls who were being trafficked. This mission of mine led me to working on and off the streets with the girls being trafficked. Prior to doing this I had obtained training. I got involved with gang awareness and prevention. We went into the Sacramento juvenile hall to teach in a group setting. I also worked one on one with the girls in and out of the juvenile hall. Then I decided to become a correctional officer and passed rigorous tests to end up not going that direction for many reasons which make even more sense now.
Then, to me making a big mistake, losing myself, my sanity, my well being got worse and this included my mental health. When I got involved with this particular non profit agency I held a couple different emergency disaster positions. My first supervisor was an officers child, I was discriminated against because I was not a family member. Needless to say I won multiple suits against them because they continually put my life in danger, working me 15-19 hours a day. I was physically injured and so much more transpired. They didn’t follow employment laws; Osha, DOT, Industrial Affairs, etc. The Worker Comp Judge found the employer at fault. Recently EEOC state and the federal government issued a right to sue.
I’ve sought out counseling because I suffered so much including ongoing panic attacks to having a nervous breakdown while I was driving the company vehicle. Anxiety and depression set in. I’ve since learned so much when it comes to being an employee and my well-being.
In 2021 I decided to become a substance abuse counselor to help people with their addictions. I’ve seen parents lose their infants, children and family members because of their additions. I’ve worked in a 24 hour facility I taught the clients in a group setting and worked one on one with clients. I worked with women and men. I’ve seen people at their rock bottom and I’ve seen family reunification take place. I’ve seen clients in fear when it came to the sheriff department. Some were running from the law, some were on probation and some had upcoming court dates. I’ve driven clients to various appointments. I’ve heard so many stories that would make your skin crawl.
I’ve since decided to blog about all the ongoing trials, tribulations, lessons and victories achieved. I too have experienced so much when it comes to heartache. Only God knows what is next! My mission is to see others learn and grow and I am protective of those under my care.