Hello. My name is Will. A dear friend of mine introduced me to Jackson Street. At school, she found me in the hallway, trying to hold back tears as I once again confided in her about the horrors of my situation at home. She had heard it all so many times, but never before had I been able to muster the courage to leave.
It was all too much to handle for anyone, let alone a 17 year-old. I knew I couldn’t live like that anymore. I deserved a normal existence, with friends, age-appropriate autonomy, and a place where I felt safe. She listened to me, consoled me, and told me we would be able to figure this out after school that day. After school, my friend connected me with a place to stay for the night.