My father had “grass is greener syndrome.” I was born in Garland, Texas, but by the age of 16, I had already moved 76 times. I always knew I wanted to be a teacher, but constantly moving made it difficult to succeed in school. My first year and a half of high school was split between five different schools. I graduated with a 3.7 GPA and plans to attend The College of William and Mary. I was the first …show more content…
My co-workers and my family never knew that anything was wrong with my personal life because I kept it hidden. Admittedly, I did start to give up on my dream of teaching, but living with a heroin addict can do that to you. One day while at work, I got a call from the Dallas Police stating my car had been found and my boyfriend was inside overdosing on drugs purchased with my last dollar. I gave the police permission to break my car window and alas, Jason’s life was saved. Before this, I had tried many times to get away from him. I kicked him out seven times, but each time he would call the police and they would make me let him back in. For weeks, I had prayed that either Jason would kill me or himself. I have never felt so hopeless or low in all my life. This was me clinging for my life on the side of a cliff with nothing but fingertips. The day the police took Jason to jail, I made the decision to change