On Aug. 30, 2006, I had lost my father to a fatal motorcycle accident. I felt alone, sad and angry. I had a black hole in my heart and without the guidance of my father, I felt lost.
Not long after graduation, after breaking my wrist and being given pain meds, I fell into the grips of opioid addiction. I began to buy prescription drugs off the street, and when I could no longer find or afford buying prescription drugs, I turned to heroin.
I came close to having the floor drop out on my whole life, but I finally got a grip on how to help myself and have not turned back since April 25, 2012. I now live my life to its fullest as my father and family would want me to.
Having gone through so much, I feel like I have become a completely different person. I no longer feel alone, angry and sad. I reach into myself to help others through my personal life and in my work as a Certified Recovery Peer Support Specialist.