I was born to two addict/alcoholics. I started using at the age of 12. Heavily addicted to meth I managed to graduate college and start a small business as a “functioning” drug addict unbeknownst to a majority of my friends and family. After 18 years of torturing myself and those around me, I’ve finally started my journey in recovery. Although it seemed I “had it together”, I was absolutely miserable. My mantra in life was, “I hate feelings”. Isolation, self medicating and self loathing are all components for misery to ourselves and others. I want to raise awareness of the fact that some of the most unsuspecting people might be suffering in ways we’re unaware of and I/they need hope/help.