Sitting with her made me realise the perspective she faces every day, after becoming a sidewalk you are no longer a human being, with eyes that peer down, yet I could leave their empty glances.
Georgia was in foster care and the home she was placed in was with very strict Christian parents, who, she said, "messed her up". She had her first son at Fifteen with a partner who had cheated on her not once, not twice, but fives times. He hurt her deeply and carelessly but things were only beginning to thicken for her. Not only did Georgia have a child and unfaithful, unsupportive partner, she now had serious postnatal depression and soon followed the only solution she could resort to, Ice. The father of the child finally took the child when she left him to get help, as she knew she had to get clean for the sake of her son.
She had her second son when she was Eighteen but that child soon was taken into care of the fathers mother due to differences. Time passed and she needed to have heart surgery but her legs started to clot, she began hallucinating and they had to amputate her legs. She now begs on the street in her wheel chair going from one government home to another barely living on a $100 per week. She was only 26 and on the streets begging with no money, no ability to work and no one who cared about her to help.
When I reflect on our time together, she was such an honest, open and raw human being, who had struggled with some hard issues, now hoping and trying to turn her life around. She had such a strength about her and solid focus to achieve her main goal, stay clean for her sons.
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