The life on the streets was harsh to me, and I ended up in a survival of the most violent mode. I grew up in a socioeconomically challenged area, and my parents struggled to make ends meet, leading them into drugs. Their addiction left me fending for myself from an early age, surrounded by chaos, arguing, drugs and violence. At school, I was bullied heavily, and at 14, I started experimenting with drugs to escape the chaos I felt brewing inside and at home. My usage escalated to the point where I was living off the streets to manage my own consumption. The shame and judgement I felt in the eyes of family and friends shattered the little self-worth I had left, driving me to the point where I was careless and only focused on my next fix to survive. See how life took a u-turn when I met a foundation working in the streets. Observing how they treated people triggered my curiosity, and for the first time in very long, I felt seen as a human being. Learn how I joined their therapy program and how the therapist helped me reconnect with my self-worth. They introduced me to group activities where I met other people with a similar background, which helped me share my vulnerability and realize I was not the only one. After, I started going to church, where I found another community, and I felt solace through faith in something larger than me guiding my path. This is my story.