“My childhood was a little different than most. When I was just two years old, my dad decided that drugs were a better path for him than my mom and me, so he left the house, and ended up dying six years later. My mom's alcoholism soon set in shortly thereafter.”
Read More“You know the feeling when you can barely breathe, sweat is covering every inch of your body, and you just want to give up? Well, for a very long time that was me.“
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