By the time that I was 18 I was a meth addict. My boyfriend had introduced it to me. I went from being super anti drug to having one of the worst drug addictions for two and a half years. By the end of it I weighed in at sixty-eight pounds. I was a walking skeleton. Wearing my six year old sisters clothing. Only ten percent of people ever get sober from this drug. I am proud to say that I am eight years sober this year without rehab! I went on to marry that boyfriend once he got and stayed sober. Together for six years; married for nine months. I had taken in my niece, of my eldest sister. My then husband, could not handle having a kid, so we decided to part ways. At age twenty-two I was raising a twelve year old by myself. This is when I decided I had to make my part-time modeling into a full-time venture. We moved to Houston since the schools and modeling opportunities were better. I raised her alone for three years until an adoptive family wanted to adopt her. We both agreed that that was for the best. Right now I am going through a quarter-life rebirth. My youngest sister recently passed at the age of 18 due to a car accident. My daughter (niece) isn’t in my life anymore, and I suffer from severe PTSD which causes me to have temporal lobe seizures during serious attacks. I decided to sell everything I own, pack up my car, and get on the road. I stopped in Northern California. Deciding where to go next has been a pain since Ive completely fallen in love with San Fransisco. I wish it wasn’t so expensive to live here. Until I am finished on this earth, I will continue to break every statistic put ahead of me. I have a deep regard for God for helping me through my entire life. That is all for now, folks. Hope you enjoy. -Carrie