On December 24th, 2004, my life took a devastating turn. I was 22 years old, struggling with alcohol addiction, and celebrating the Christmas season with my boyfriend, TJ. What began as a night of fun and laughter ended in a tragedy that would forever alter the course of my life.
We decided to go to an after-hours bar to continue the celebration. We were intoxicated, our relationship was unstable, and our decisions reflected that. I blacked out and came to behind the wheel. The last thing I remember is TJ grabbing the steering wheel and then everything went dark as the car began to roll.
When I regained consciousness, I heard our friend Zeb urging me to get out of the car. I was disoriented, panicked, and confused. Zeb ran to find help while I tried to reach TJ, who was next to me, moaning. Moments later, another car came over a hill and crashed into our vehicle. I was thrown 25 feet into a nearby field. TJ was killed on impact.












