As a teen, I witnessed many tragedies caused by drug and alcohol use. My mother is a drug addict, and my father spent over half of his life on steroids. I had no idea what I was seeing as a child, but as I grew older, I became more aware and self-conscious of everything around me and the harm it had caused to others. Having drugs around me growing up has affected me massively and has traumatized me to the point of not being able to go out and party with friends. At six or seven years old, I had a babysitter. I got to play with all the cool toys there that I didn’t have at home and I had an absolute blast. Her husband Smiley was watching a sports game and drinking some beers while she was cooking us some lunch. However, she was missing some ingredients and left me with Smiley when she went to the grocery store. I will never forget this day… All I could smell was the beer on his breath. I was pinned to the wall and the couch while my babysitter’s husband was making out with me, trying to stick his tongue in my mouth. It was the worst feeling you could ever possibly feel as a child. A distant memory pops up in my head from a long time ago. Now I was maybe nine or ten at the time, and all I could remember was seeing blood everywhere. It went from the street, up the driveway into the house, and I just watched it all happen; didn’t do anything. Blood was dripping out of my mom’s skull and my father was the reason for it. At the time, I was holding my stuffed animal, watching from a distance at the front door, and that’s when I saw my dad hit my mother. That day my father fled from the scene. He was then on the run from the cops for months. Years later, I had forgiven my father and he returned to my life. I was about twelve or thirteen years old at the time when I ended up moving in with him and his new girlfriend. Come to find out, his girlfriend turned out to be an abusive drug dealer. I would watch them constantly get into the most violent fights. I witnessed them spitting on each other, her hitting him with a propane tank, and him bruising her arms until they were purple. Everything that has happened in my life has led me to this point. I want to achieve greatness! I don't want to live this life of recurring insanity and chaos; it's too much for me, and I'm sick of it. All of the negative events, experiences, and addictions were enough to last a lifetime. I've discovered what I want right now. I want to have a good relationship with my future husband, one in which we can communicate and be open with each other. When something bad happens, I want my future son or daughter to be able to trust me and open up to me. I want to be able to attend college and have the best career possible in forensic psychology because, despite the chaos, I tried my hardest to live a normal life.