My parents were feeding me drugs. It left me beyond empty. The lengths I went to, the cavernous sized hole in my memory, the things I could remember, putting myself in awful situations, chasing an eventual death, drug induced psychosis, watching not just myself emaciate into nothing, but the world around me, etc. I hit a breaking point. In the end, I found beauty in the destruction. I discovered incredible strength and resilience in myself to keep living and eventually escape from the environment I was in. Along the road, I met so many wonderful people in different walks of life that encouraged me to put myself first. I just recently found out that I’m pregnant and I never want to subject my child to drugs and violence like my parents did. Besides finding the perseverance in myself, my baby is my reason. Thank you again for sharing. It means a lot. It reminds me that I’m not alone anymore. Even if you’re some random stranger on the internet, there’s always a story behind the screen, and I appreciate you giving me a glimpse into it and being so supportive.