I’d like to start this with a statement, a mantra, something that will make me feel less guilty for shedding light on some of the flaws within my family. I was raised in a loving home and had an extremely fortunate childhood. Okay, see ya guilt and sorry mom. Growing up, my dad had a lot of misplaced anger and he directed a lot of it onto my mom. My mom never really…

In 10th grade I reached my breaking point and attempted suicide. Three months later I was sent to an all female residential treatment center in Erda, Utah where I spent 16 months trying to find my ground for the first time in my life. I had therapy four times a week. Individual therapy, family therapy, group therapy, and hot seat therapy. Hot seat therapy was with the 10 girls in my house and the therapists…