Hitting Rock Bottom and Getting Back Up Again

  It was 2001 and I was a senior in college when I hit rock bottom financially. I was waitressing full-time, living alone in an off-campus apartment, carrying a car payment, $6000 in credit card debt and nothing to show for it but some Tommy Hilfiger clothes (he was big back in my day, I swear), a pager (I can practically hear you laughing at me!) and a pantry full of ramen noodles. I was adulting—hard, and at first I had been successful at it, but the more I lived my life on credit, the more I realized I was failing. I was drowning fast and I looked high and low for a life raft. Now $6000 might not sound like a lot of money or a deep hole of debt to you. But you have to put things in perspective and realize that I was a…