The date was February 21, 2013. As I got off the school bus on this cold winter day, I began to walk toward my house, noticing an unusual amount of cars in my driveway. Little did I know the worst news I would ever receive awaited me. My mother, along with both of my grandmothers, were sitting in the living room, and everyone was visibly upset. I learned that day that my father had an addiction to opioids and was arrested for addiction-related crimes. I sat in silence with so many confusing thoughts going through my mind. My family was trying their best to help me to understand; however, this news took us all by surprise. Honestly, I don’t believe they even really understood. As an eleven-year-old, this caused me to question so many things. How did this happen? What will happen now? How could my dad do this? Am I ever going to see him again? How is this going to affect my life? Is he safe? I remember this like it was yesterday, total numbness through my entire body, with feelings of disbelief and betrayal. No child expects something like this to happen, especially when your parents are the rock stars of your childhood. I had no idea about any of this and certainly did not see it coming.
My father was facing three years in prison, but due to no prior record, he was incarcerated for a twelve-week period. Undoubtedly, this was the hardest time of my life, which really tested my mental ability to remain focused and keep up my good grades. I always worried about him, so focusing on school for seven-hour days became extremely difficult, as it felt like a giant weight on my shoulders. As a child, I thought that there was nothing worse than my dad going to jail. However, with an immense amount of support, the weeks passed, and I was determined not to let it define me or my academics. I leaned on friends and family, and of course, my mother, during that time. Although I didn’t tell many people, support from others was crucial for me to be successful. This experience matured me and taught me about my character. Likewise, I became more independent and learned not to be so quick to judge others. I know my father is a good person at heart, who got caught up in opioid abuse. I had faith and hope for his recovery and chose to be a support to him. Now, I understand that everyone experiences trials and battles, but the essential part is how we bounce back, persevere, and gain resilience as a result of hardships. My father has been clean for several years now, and over time, we learned to find a new normal. If nothing else, experiencing adversity taught me to be proud of who I am and my accomplishments, and not let anything get in the way of my dreams. Having these challenges taught me to be a steadfast worker, which I still value today. I believe I have higher aspirations due to the challenges I have faced. Even though it will be hard, I know that I can do just about anything. I have to be determined and tirelessly work to achieve it. Having experienced adversity, I value hard work more than ever. I know what it has taken for me to be successful in high school, which will allow me to continue this success in college and my future career. Although we endure difficult times, we can come together to achieve growth from our painful pasts.