I survived. 

  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.