Things spiraled out of control after my parents split, but then they decided to remarry, and that only twisted the knife deeper. The anger inside me boiled over, turning into reckless defiance. I started acting in ways that pushed everyone away. My parents had no choice but to send me to a special rehabilitation school, and to make things worse, I was stuck there with my stepbrother. I was crushed under the weight of embarrassment, forced to be around the one person I wanted to avoid.

At first, I refused to cooperate, pushing back against everything, unwilling to bend for anyone. I just wanted to disappear, to be left to my own devices, blinded to the consequences of my rage-fueled actions. But as days blurred into weeks, something inside me began to crack. Gradually, it dawned on me that my mom and dad truly wanted to help, not hurt me. I had to own up to what I’d done, take responsibility for the wreckage I’d created.

So I started joining the group activities, those awkward sessions where we were made to spill our stories and confront our demons. At first, it felt like a prison sentence, but eventually, I saw the purpose behind it. Through the rough conversations and the shared struggles, I began to understand why I was here. It became clear that this was my chance to rewrite my story. Now, I’m not just surviving - I’m fighting to reclaim my life, and you’re invited to dive into this raw journey with me. Don’t wait - step into the chaos and start your own transformation today.