I came out of an opiate induced blackout, in treatment, on June 27th 2009. I don’t remember how i arrived there, but i do remember what led to me being admitted. For a couple of years prior, I had been inching ever closer to oblivion. My son was hospitalized, in early 2007, due to a...Read More

These are the words my son said to me after a close family member made a comment during a discussion about a well- known musician who was asked to leave a rock band due to his addiction. “That guy just couldn’t get it together so they got somebody else to play.” The comment was said...Read More

I was raised in southern home where ladies didn’t speak unless spoken to, daddy was always right, manners were literally spanked into your bare ass when your words weren’t spoken correctly, lady chores – mainly in the kitchen – were taught while still sipping from a bottle, stockings and slips were always worn Sunday mornings...Read More

Hello everyone. My name is Logan Bruce and I am in recovery from drug addiction and alcoholism. I’d like to say that my substance use derived from a rough childhood, but that simply is not the case. I grew up in Amherst, Ohio (just west of Cleveland) and my childhood was perfect. My mother and...Read More

My name is Terria Jean Walters, I am 44 years old. I live in Alaska and have since 1977 when my parents brought me here during the pipeline. I grew up in a home that was full of addiction, alcoholism and physical and sexual abuse. I had gotten high with my parents starting at the...Read More

I’m the mother of Jenny Rose. A young, beautiful girl who lost her life to heroin overdose. Jenny Rose’s addiction effected our relationship as a mother and daughter. It effected my marriage with countless arguments and sleepless nights. We, as parents, have now fallen victim to heroin. It took the life of our only child....Read More

I used substances for 27 years…and now I don’t. That’s the short version. What I like about my story is that it defies convention in many ways. I did not start my recovery voluntarily; I was court-mandated. I did not start my recovery for myself-I did it for my son. I did not accept that...Read More

When I was a child growing up in Pennsylvania I began my lifelong quest – the endless search for “more.” I was always an all or nothing person. Black or white. All in or all out. Drunk or sober. I remember on Christmas I was the one searching under the Christmas tree for more gifts...Read More

At 19 years old I was sitting in a jail cell for the first time, just 4 days before my 20th birthday, because I ran from treatment. I still didn’t realize that I had a problem. It took me spending eight days, getting out to go to treatment, running for the second time after staying...Read More

I pulled my car over to the side of the road off of Cicero Avenue right before the on ramp to highway 270 in Chicago. The West side of Chicago and this stretch of Highway was one of the first roads in America to earn the name Heroin Highway and rightly so, since before my...Read More