Hi, I’m Cherie Renee. I’m a small town Oregon girl currently residing in beautiful Los Angeles. You’ll come to know me through my posts, but here’s an attempt to simplify my complicated life:
I was born to a teenage mother, and a father that walked out days later. Can I say that about someone who wasn’t even around for my mother prior to my premature birth? When I was five my Grandma T (mother’s mom) insisted I receive an education so I moved in with her. Grandma T died of ovarian cancer a couple years later. I was then moved into my aunt and uncle’s (mother’s brother) house since my mother still could not take care of me. My aunt immediately started abusing me physically and psychologically which continued for the next (almost) four years. Once the abuse came out, I bounced around a bit: a foster home for a night, my best friend’s place for a few weeks, back into my uncle’s house, until I finally found my way to my now foster parents. The people I call Mom and Dad. The years to follow were hard as I fought depression, anxiety, the inability to sleep, and more. I missed an entire year of high school due to my lashing out, cutting, and suicidal thoughts. But thanks to my wonderful (foster) parents I received the help I needed to deal with the effects of abuse and abandonment.
That’s a start, but trust me there is much to elaborate and things still missing. I am a firm believer that knowledge is power. I’ve created this space not only as a therapeutic outlet for myself, but to share my past and present struggles of being abused and a foster child. With that said I’ll share with you incidents from my life along with the things that did or did not help me become the woman I am today. My goal is to be an inspiration to other foster kids or anyone with hard times in life. I’m here to remind you that you are absolutely worth it. Every day. Every time.