It was around March of 2017 — a year and a half of both arguments and bliss. We traveled to places all over the world, including the Dominican Republic, Seattle, LA, and many others. My addiction was untreated and most of the time, I hurt who I loved the most: mom, dad, and of course, her too. We spent every waking moment together. Until the day she said, “Pack up everything and leave.” What was I thinking not being the best version of myself for her? It was this day where separation and a broken heart led me to a very dark place.
