I never knew why people would rather be dead than alive, I never understood how anybody could get the idea of suicide. For me living always was a good thing. Just until it happened. Suddenly I could relate to the people that the little me could never understand. Of course I felt sorry for little me, but drugs and alcohol made me forget about everything. But when I ended up living on the street because I lost all my money, I knew, I needed help. And there was this person that told me to make a bet, telling me to be a therapist. Dumb as I was, I said yes.