Almost 8 years ago, I lost my brother Tyler to the growing epidemic of addiction. He was my best friend and my cheerleader.

As a result of this devastating loss, I now suffer from a mental health disorder: Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSD). This condition can make daily living really hard for me. Every day is a battle. But that’s why every good day feels like a victory. In fact, every “just okay” day feels like a victory, too!

Art is one of the things that helped me through my grieving process. Having a creative outlet like my artwork saved me from self-destruction. Art feels like my safe haven now. It has allowed me to cope, even through my darkest hours. It also makes me feel connected to my brother. When he was alive, my brother had a huge passion for art, as well as for music—he was a great piano player.

About four years ago, I decided I wanted to give back to my community, and help people suffering from PTSD, substance use disorders, depression, or anxiety. Every day I take new steps toward that goal. I recently earned my Master’s degree from Savannah College of Art and Design in Atlanta. I’ve also developed and executed an exhibition fundraiser to raise money for Shatterproof, as well as local organizations.

Losing myself in creativity through art and helping others are two things that I am passionate about and drive me every day, even on the days I want to quit.

My parents have been my biggest cheerleaders and support system since my brother died. They’ve never let me give up, and always pushed me to recognize how strong I truly was. Everyone needs a support team, and I am so thankful that they are mine.

I lost my biggest cheerleader to addiction years ago. But now, I’m ready to be a cheerleader for those who are struggling. No one deserves to be judged because of their past or current struggles with addiction.

Originally published in 2018.