As I layed in my bed soundly asleep, my dad came into my room and woke me up, he told me it was urgent me that I had to wake up even though it was pitch black outside, and I had to go to daycare the next day. He woke me and my brother up, and we took a car ride which seemed like forever, especially when I was unaware of what was going on. Eventually we came to a stop, in what looked like a hospital parking lot. This was one of my first memories of being genuinely scared and confused, that I continue to think about over a decade later. That night I realized my mother was an alcoholic, and she would eventually go on shatter the few positive memories I had of her. Growing up as a young kid, I had a pretty normal early childhood. I had one younger