I think that at the time I was 9, my parents’ divorce was an unimaginable event. I didn’t handle it well and by the time I was 16, I was acting out, taking drugs, and drinking. My mother got me in to see a therapist and I moved to a boarding school. The therapist worked with me for 2 years. I worked on my feelings about the divorce and how to behave in school, to stop fighting, to stop my substance use. I came to like my therapist and started to see some progress.
I moved back home and shortly after, I had a serious and traumatic encounter with the police. I started moving further and further from the person I really am. Basically, I fell off the deep end. I had to get back in therapy, because I knew it had worked for me before. This time my mom wasn’t around, so I had to put myself in treatment.
Around that time, the woman I was seeing became pregnant. She couldn’t take care of our child; we were both in a bad place – I knew I needed to do something different. so, I became a single parent. I stopped everything. I went back to school at UC Berkeley to study Public Health. I had to keep finding myself, again and again, through treatment.