Growing up, I had a pretty rocky childhood. My father was in and out of my life. My mother was single, working long hours, and attending college. My mom also had a drinking problem which started long before I was born. Mom got pregnant with me at nineteen. There were times I had to skip school because my mother was either still drunk or hung-over. I was the only person she had. She was all I had. Even with rotating boyfriends, I was the one to take care of her. I lost my childhood and replaced it with depression and anxiety.
I developed a panic disorder causing me to spend a lot of time in the bathroom remembering how to breathe. I went from being a straight “A” student to all F’s. I went from being told I was smart to being told I was a failure. I flunked.
I enrolled in Street School my freshman year. I felt comfortable right away. My counselor helped me find resources to improve my mental health. I joined the Poetry Slam team and I discovered that poetry was an outlet for all of the bottled emotions I never could express. I still struggle with anxiety and depression, but I know how to cope in a healthy way like my art and writing.
I went from wanting to drop out of school to actually being excited about school. Street School has created opportunities to get me where I am. Street School has been a life-changing experience.