I was crazy. I was lost. I was scared. But that is not who I am. Today, I am a writer, an environmentalist, and a journalist. I’ve been lucky enough to have help in the reformation of my chaos by finding a family that welcomed me into their home and gave me the sanity that I’ve been looking for.
I grew up in a household that was constant chaos and imperfection. My world felt plagued by violent fights, drug addicts, and alcoholics. I’ve found that by never giving up on hope, I have been blessed with my own Disney fairytale. Success has not come to me in the way that movies portray, but I have found my own little peace (on purpose) of heaven right here in Massachusetts.
I have been going to college for 4 years, I have been working since I was 14, and I have been fighting with a mental illness for as long as I can remember. Now, I have the summer of 17′ off to find myself and hopefully inspire others to do the same. I hesitated far too long to start my quest for self-love, but because of hope and stumbling upon a family who loves me, I can finish the mental horror movie that has caused me to relinquish my psyche.
I am no longer cusping the bridge of insanity. My life has begun and I am lucky to begin the next chapter of my happy ending.