In the past week or two, Twitter and Facebook have blown up talking about the mother who left 29 bags of fentanyl outside of an elementary school, also known as Saint Bernadette. A day or two the police discovered the bags, Dollinda William turned herself in. Several articles were made and posted on Facebook and as usual, I scrolled through the comments and the words I came across from locals were appalling. Some were understanding, saying that they feel for that child having to see their mother on the news and getting scolded in public for something out of their control. Others were flat out rude, stating that the child should be kicked out of kindergarten because of the mother's action and that the child basically had no future growing up with a parent who struggles with addiction.

This article is not going to be made to defend the actions of Dollinda Williams, but instead to speak to her son. I can't even imagine the looks you've been getting and the whispers you'll hear. Have you even returned to school? The thought of you not getting the education you deserve because your family fears the reaction from the community will keep me up at night. My heart aches when I think of the pain you will endure over the next years of your life and I wish I could feel that pain for of you.

Over the next few years, you're going to feel an overflow of emotions and struggle when it comes to expressing them. I just want you to know that you aren't alone. You're going to think that you have no choice but to end up on the wrong path because it's your destiny or it's in your genetics but you're going to be wrong. You need to take advantage of the support system that your future schools and friends will provide for you because that is how I made it. I used to think the same thing, that there was no chance I was going to end up graduating high school or attending college but I am part of the percentage that went against the odds, and you can be too.