My name is Lucienne, I’m 41 years old, and the proud mother of two children, a boy and a girl. Before my life took an unexpected turn, I worked at the Cabaret market, selling bananas, pineapples, cabbages, and other produce. But in 2012, after giving birth to my son, everything changed. He loved playing with his cousins in the yard, but they were often unkind to him. On two occasions, they even tried to harm his eyes. Concerned, I gently scolded the children, explaining that my son was their friend and that rough play wasn’t fair.

This angered their mother, my sister-in-law. She began hurling insults and then escalated the situation by attacking my sister and me with a large stick. She even threw stones at my house while my newborn lay inside, leaving me terrified for his safety. The conflict and constant harassment from my sister-in-law took a toll on my mental health. I found myself sinking into despair, often speaking to myself, replaying the hurtful events over and over.

Things worsened when a hurricane hit, destroying everything we had. My mental health spiraled out of control—I withdrew from people, barely responding, and shut myself away. My husband left me, unable to cope with my illness, and I was no longer able to care for my children. My family stepped in to help, but I was still lost in my suffering.

One day, my family took my baby to the clinic for a checkup, and the staff asked about me. When my family explained my situation, the clinic insisted that I come too. After a consultation, the clinic staff prescribed medication, but it had to be purchased from a distant location, and we didn’t have the money. The clinic, however, stepped in and provided the funds for the medication.

That was a turning point in my life. With the help of the medication, I slowly regained my mental clarity and control. Now, I’m able to care for my children once again. I cook for them, wash their clothes, and send them to school. It brings me so much joy to be their mother again, present and able to love them fully.

I thank God every day for guiding me to this clinic. Without their help, I don’t know what would have become of me—I might not even be alive today. I am deeply grateful for their kindness and support, and I pray that they continue to be blessed, healthy, and protected in all they do.