Growing up in the 1970s and '80s, I was surrounded by ruthless politics, new technology, and an expanding entertainment industry. Movies and music, along with an early infatuation for the opposite sex, were used as ways to escape my adolescent troubles. It wasn't until my childhood sweetheart passed away--in the middle of reconciling after a miscarriage and divorce--when I felt compelled to begin writing these reflections, unaware that the aftermath of her death was only the beginning. I needed an outlet--a platform to help others before they make their own dead-end turns. What follows are the lessons and challenges of dealing with multiple losses, drug addiction, broken bonds, and the dangers of limited thinking. All while trying to move forward, regardless of how others treat you or how desolate you may feel.