Melinda's Path to Healing: Overcoming Childhood Chaos and Addiction

I never believed I was enough, and I thought to myself: you know, this isn't right, this isn't right. And at the end of that shift, you know, I downed who knows how many glasses of tequila and walked out into the streets, and I watched my Latino dishwashers getting on the bus going to probably their second or third job of the night, and I remember thinking to myself: well, the only way I'm going to stop this pattern, the only way I'm going to change anything, is maybe if I jump in front of that bus. But I remember thinking I got to do something.