My name is Becky and I am 23 years old. I was raised in a Christian home with two brothers and two sisters. We were a typical family: we all played sports and went on family vacations. My parents are still together, and we were actively involved in whatever church we attended. I went to private school until 6th grade, and until that point I was certain I would never do drugs, never drink, or give myself to a man before marriage. But just like most teenagers, I struggled with finding my identity and began compromising my morals. I got lost in a world of depression and developed an unhealthy desire for the approval of men, which resulted in shoplifting, drinking, sexual immorality, and bulimia.