After my Mom died, I became paralyzed by grief, and fell into a deep depression. I had always been a hard worker and a proud Veteran, but I felt helpless. I lost all motivation, and became homeless, living on the River. Isolation made my depression worse.
I am a graduate of the Wallace House and former intern in their job readiness program. I grew up in San Francisco. I did my first line of speed at age 10 and my last at age 51. Today I know I used drugs to escape – to numb out.