Growing up I always had the incredible support from my family. My mom and dad never spared the praise whenever I would do something—no matter how small. We went on tons of family vacations and spent time together: on the lake, camping, at Six Flags, or even just playing Frisbee across the street at the park. It was always a fun adventure and my little sister and I never lacked support. We were always encouraged to do well and succeed. We were promised that, no matter what, we would have their undying love. My family life seemed like a perfect little bubble until my parents divorced. Continue reading