07/03/2025
💔 My Story – From Forgotten to Found: Why I’m Building The Project House - Raven Warren
I was placed in foster care when I was just a baby. Not because I did something wrong, but because the people who were supposed to protect me didn’t—or couldn’t. And from there, it was a whirlwind of bouncing from house to house, pain to pain. I experienced the kind of abuse that still haunts me. Physical. Emotional. Sexual. Neglect. Things that no child should ever have to survive. But I did survive.
What it did, though, was plant something deep inside me. A knowing. A fire. That I’d never want another child—especially another girl like me—to feel forgotten, unsafe, or unloved.
As I got older, I dreamed of having my own family. And I did—I became a mother. Twice. But life wasn’t done testing me. I found myself homeless with my babies. I was still trying to heal, still trying to break generational curses, but now I had mouths to feed and no one to help. I begged for support. I knocked on every door. I cried out, and most people looked the other way.
There were nights I didn’t want to live anymore. Nights I thought it might be easier to let go. But something deeper in me kept whispering: “Don’t quit. You’re here for a reason.”
That reason is The Project House.
Because no one was there for me when I needed it most, I decided I’d become the person I needed. This mission isn’t just about housing. It’s about healing. It’s about creating safety, family, and dignity for those who’ve been told they don’t matter.
My pain became my blueprint. My past is the fuel behind every room I build. Every dollar I raise. Every young person I hug and remind, “You’re not broken. You’re not alone. You’re loved.”
