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I was 19 years old, freshly home from college. I chose to live with my father in hopes to rebuild our relationship that had been tethered through divorce, and his relationships with some of the women he chose to love. I found my first job since being home, had my car, and was focused and determined to elevate and remain driven towards my goals to be successful. I was suffering bad internally with depression and anxiety from losing my best friend only a few years before this. I was young then, and even now I still struggle with her loss. All I wanted was to do better and be better for her.