In 2012 my mother went to jail for the first time and got a DWI for blowing over the legal limit to drive while having consumed alcohol. The following month she went to Rehab for the first time. I was 15 years old.

My father was not in my life, my grandmother could only help out so much, and I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone besides a select few about what was going on in my life. I was 15 with no parental guidance or a decent support system. I was on my own with very little guidance. I was homeless nearly 4 separate times in my life, almost died because of it once, and had my own money stolen from me more times than I count.