Will you Make A Difference With Me?

Every year I try and do something for charity whether it’s a gentle 5k jog or a 2 and ½ mile jump out of a plane. I was pondering what this year’s adventure might be. Should I climb a mountain? Walk through the rain forest only using my knees or maybe a balloon flight across the North Pole. And then I saw it and I knew it would be perfect for a multitude of reasons.

In doing this, I will face an emotional challenge that will have me writing for months! This, coupled with raising awareness of something I feel so passionately about, and the boxes are well and truly ticked.

Some of you know my story, some know bits of my story and some of you probably think my story is very very different to what it actually is because the reality would never have occurred to you. I have only been really open about these experiences for the last couple of years when I realised that it challenged stigmas and helped break down the walls of silence that people carry through feeling shame. Stigmas rage in our society about alcoholism, child abuse, homelessness, depression and there really is no need for people to carry this alone.

So here is a little timeline of a decade from a time in my life that has shaped me in far more ways than are for exploration in this blog post. When I was 13 I went into the care of the local authority for 3 years. I lived in foster homes and children’s homes, an experience which impacted upon me on every level. The very core of my being was affected emotionally, spiritually, financially, mentally, socially and educationally. In every possible way.

As it was the 1980’s and the Children Act 1989, created to protect Looked After Children, had not yet come into play, I then endured two years of homelessness. During this period, I lived in night shelters, the streets, trains, hostels and squats until finally housed in 1988 in London thanks to services available to children and young people who find themselves in this vulnerable abandoned situation. I slowly built my life by crawling into an AA meeting at the age of 20, getting clean and sober and then receiving funding from an amazing charity that enabled me to take A levels and then go on to do a Degree, recovering an education I had lost years before to survival!

The multitude of charities out there that saved my life are saving lives every day, quietly and continuously, while I sip my cappuccino and gaze out of my window with food in my cupboards and the heating on.

The purpose to telling you this is that out of all the things I have lived through, homelessness was the most disturbing of the lot. To be homeless is to be cold, hungry, invisible, ignored, segregated, abandoned, a nothing. To survive that, teaches you about yourself and about society at a depth that is unexplainable to those who have not been through it.

My chosen charity event for 2012 is going to be far harder than jumping out of a plane. I want to do the Sleep Out for The Big Issue. This is a demon that I feel ready to confront….

Will you do it with me? Groups of four can apply for only £100 with each group needing to raise a minimum of £1500. We could have a 40 of us….ten groups of four!

The Big Issue is amazing as it provides a truly entrepreneurial response to one of society’s hidden truths.

Please write to me at lisa.cherry@hotmail.co.uk if you would like to join me on 18th May in London and if it’s not for you, or you just like clicking buttons, then please press the ‘like’ button on this page and make a difference through raising awareness.

Much love to you all x

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A tribute to Amy…

I am in the business of personal development, self-development, self-awareness, recovery, whatever you want to call it, this is how I choose to live and it is also how I choose to make a living. We had an amazing day running a Get back Your Mojo return workshop where we have the privilege of seeing the distance that people have travelled since they attended the first workshop. It is humbling, empowering, learning and fills me with positivity and hope.

I got into this business of personal growth through my alcoholism, a double edged vehicle that takes us to wherever it takes us and it carted me right into an AA meeting over 20 years ago.  I not only haven’t had a drink or drug since, but I was lucky enough to be so completely destroyed by it all that I had to break my entire self down into little pieces and start all over again.

Today I arrived home to the news of Amy Winehouse, a woman who I distinctly remember saying to my son that if she carried on her path of addiction and continued to say no no no to rehab, she would be dead within a few years – that was a few months ago, and at the age of 27, she was today found dead on the floor of her flat, alone.

I cry for her as I have cried for everyone that I have lost through alcohol and drug addiction. When you go to AA, death from drinking and drugging unfortunately becomes something that inevitably happens, whether it’s suicide because life is to just unbearable for some or liver failure, it’s all the same thing. The unbearable pain of life numbed through addiction, oblivion and behaviour that justifies the madness.

As a Social Worker, I lost three young people I worked closely with to drug overdoses in one form or another across a  five year span. I cry for them too. As a friend, I lost someone I got sober with at the beginning of my recovery because he was so drunk, he thought he could dive from a cliff, except there was barely any water for him to jump in to. I cry for him.

It’s always so much more tragic I think watching someone publicly destroy themselves, watching someone want to die and show the world their pain through the eyes of a glass bottle. I loved Amy singing, I especially loved her singing on Jools Holland singing with Paul Weller, I heard It through The Grapevine.

Our modern day Billie Holiday maybe? I’m not sure that we can compare, but she was nevertheless in pain, unable to do ‘this thing called life’ like Billie who was heavily addicted to heroin but somehow made it to 44 years old. But as with a lot of public destructions that lie in front of us, baring all for us to see, we are left with something. Amy left us with some beautiful music. Thank you for dropping by this life and leaving us something special Amy and may you rest peacefully and safely….

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