As A Mother, I Know My Family’s Recovery Is Just As Important As My Daughter’s Recovery

I am the mother of a daughter with a substance use disorder (SUD). I am also a wife, sister, friend, dog owner, New Orleans Saints fan, a lover of all things chocolate, a blogger, a speaker, a family peer support specialist, and an educator/advocate for family members who are navigating the landscape of AUD and SUD. These other facets of me are important to share because for the first five years of my daughter’s addiction, I lost the ability to identify as anything other than the mother of an addict. I was as lost in my daughter’s disorder as she was. She was obsessed with the drug and the drink and I was obsessed with her.

As my journey into wholeness and healing has developed over these last eight years, I have chosen to write recovery into my story. Part of my recovery story is accepting that I am powerless over my daughter’s disease and that my life, my story, my daughter’s story and our family’s story cannot be managed, manipulated or forced back into its original script. I, like so many others I encounter, had written a script for my family and in no way did it include SUD. In fact, it didn’t include any sickness, heartbreak, disappointment, isolation, shame, or devastation. In my script we all lived happy, carefree, successful lives, filled with joy, laughter, and wonder. No sickness, no failures, no disenchantment. No reality!

Today, SUD is an ever-present theme in our family’s narrative. My beautiful daughter’s heroin use has left an undeniable imprint on our story and in my brain, heart, mind and soul. I can never erase this imprint, but I can reshape it. It can be a part of my story without being my story. Today, I work hard to stay present to the present. It is a comfort to know that I am not alone on this path; that my story is not unique. Rather, it is a story that millions of parents, children, partners and friends of people who suffer from SUD share. Our stories differ in detail but share common themes such as pain, fear, isolation, shame, anger, betrayal, and confusion to name just a few.

My daughter is my only child and I love her deeply. She is writing her story, and I and writing mine. The subplots within my daughter’s story, sobriety, medical management, or active using does not negate my relationship, my love and my status as her mother. These subplots, nor any one, or any disease, can rob me of that. I am her mother and she is my daughter and I love her more than life itself.

However, to love her the way she deserves to be loved has taken a lot of time, effort, and energy on my part. Loving someone with a chronic, progressive, and deadly disease is difficult at best and utterly depleting at worst.

As my only child, my daughter was of utmost importance to me. So, everything about her and related to her was treated with extreme vigilance. My opinion about her life and how she lived it mattered because I felt she was a reflection of me. I raised her as a single parent so, I assumed the responsibility for all the good and the bad. As a result, I justified my behavior of telling her what to do, how to do it, when to do it, where to do it, and why it was important to do it my way. There was nothing in her life or about her that I was indifferent about. Everything mattered! All the time. In essence, I held her hostage to the storyline I was writing, for her, for me, for our family.

What I have learned over these past eight years is that my need for recovery is no less than my daughters. Alcohol and drugs do not make my life unmanageable. Rather, it is the compulsion I feel to control other people, places, or things. My attitudes and behaviors are direct evidence of this. The unmanageability I feel compels me to try and force solutions for others without invitation or consent. This need to control the uncontrollable is “cunning, baffling, and powerful.” To stop it, I have found it necessary to examine my myself, my attitudes, and my actions. To take the focus off the script I am trying to enforce on others and become aware of the edits that are being written in real time; in the present; in reality. The truth is that my daughter chases a needle with the same abandon that I chase her. All that differs between she and I is the object which we chase, not the compulsion or intensity with we chase it.

Addiction causes us to live in the shadowlands of our lives. The shadow it casts is sweeping, dark, depressing and depleting. My catalyst out of this shadowland was my desire to find a cure for my daughter and her SUD. On the journey to find her healing I have found healing and restoration for myself. I will never have enough emotionally, financially, mentally, physically, or spiritually to “cure“ my daughter, because those things do not cure diseases. Nor does love. Accepting that and refusing to believe that if I could just muster up enough of one, a combination of, or all of these things combined, helps me to edit my story and stick to the primary plot, which is this: I love someone who has a chronic, progressive, and deadly disease. I am not her solution, her cure, or her scapegoat. I am simply her mother, a mother who loves her one and only child without measure. Therefore, my role is simple: to spend what time I have with her loving her, not fixing, scolding, shaming, or abandoning her. Love is a price I am willing to pay because while it cannot cure her, it can’t hurt her.

From Homeless and Crack Cocaine, I Found Recovery And Graduated Magna Cum Laude.

My name is Jamie Wilson. I have been living in long term recovery for over nine years.

My journey through addiction was one I would not wish on anyone. It all started after my husband of 13 years decided to cheat on me with my best friend which was in 2001. I was living in Tennessee with him and our children and packed up and we came home to Atlanta. I tried my best to put on a brave face for my daughters but I was devastated.

I found a roommate and started working and trying to get my life back together learning how to live without my husband. My ex-mother in law lived in Georgia and pretended to help me with my daughters by watching them on the weekends while I worked. All of the sudden she and my children disappeared, and I lost my mind. Every time I called her she wouldn’t answer my calls. I would go by her house and she wouldn’t be home. I would go by her job and she wouldn’t be there. I could not find my children.

Then I get a phone call that she had taken them to their father in Tennessee without my permission saying I had abandoned and neglected them which was untrue. I went to Tennessee in the middle of the night, took the sheriff to his house and because we were still legally married at the time he had just as much right to them as I did so they would not give me my daughters back until the divorce was finalized. I completely lost my mind when I he took my daughters.

I was using crack cocaine on the weekends and gradually it became an everyday thing until it took over my life. When my divorce was finalized I was in full blown addiction. I let my mother have temporary guardianship of my daughters because I was unable to care for them in my state of mind and condition. I was so addicted to crack that I could not function without it. I was living in abandoned buildings, sleeping under bridges, for 9 months I slept in the woods in a tent and running back and forth to my dealer’s hotel rooms to score. I have sold my body for drugs to strange men and women. I have sold drugs for dealers. I have even seen someone beat nearly to death with a crowbar. I have had guns held to my head over drugs and sex. I have several criminal trespassing convictions on my record for going back to hotels I have been legally told to stay off the property of, but my dealers where there and I had to get high, so I would go back. I have been raped, beaten, stranded places where I didn’t know where I was, all due to prostitution so that I could get high.

I tried rehab three different times and until the Judge court mandated me to a state funded program in 2009 nothing worked. During my stay at the state funded rehab is where I found my passion for helping others battling addiction.

I have been sober since February 13, 2009 and started my life over without drugs. I had one instance where I almost relapsed with a friend. We were literally in the car driving down the highway to the hotels and all the sudden I decided no this is not what I want to do so I got off at the next exit and went back home. August 2011, I started at community college in my area and earned my Associates Degree in Social Work in December 2013.

Once I received my Associates I decided I wanted to continue until I finished, and I transferred to Georgia State University and in May 2016 I graduated with my bachelor’s in social work, Magna Cum Laude. Due to my criminal background I was still having trouble finding employment in the field of Social Work. I had numerous offers and when background check would come back they would rescind the offer. So, it was at that point that I decided I would continue my education and currently I am enrolled at Grand Canyon University in their Master of Science in Addiction Counseling program. I am expected to graduate with my master’s degree in January 2019.

I am currently employed full-time, I have my own car, have my own place to live and I have been drug free since 2009. I have rebuilt my relationship with my daughters and now I have 5 grandchildren who will know their grandmother and know that I will never leave them! My story is not over yet, and I know my God did not allow me to go through all the pain and struggles of addiction without a reason and if my story can help change the life of one person then I know it was worth it. I just want everyone to know that we can recover and have a life without drugs!!! You are worth it, and I am praying for all the addicts still sick and suffering. I have been where you are and I am here if anyone needs someone to talk too!!

My Son Served Our Country With Honor. But His War With Opioids Took His Life.

On November 4, 2017, we lost our only son, John Ryan, to a fentanyl overdose. He was an Army Veteran who was injured while stationed at Ft. Wainwright, AK. John was in chronic pain for the last year and a half of his military service. By the time he was honorably discharged, he had lost his hope in ever being pain free again. He was disappointed that his military career was cut short, depressed, and when he came home he quickly became addicted to opioids. It was a battle that took his life, but it doesn’t have to take yours. You are not alone in your struggle.

I remember John saying “Mom, don’t you think I hate this even more than you do? Do you think I want to be an addict?” He was so filled with shame and guilt. What he couldn’t wrap his mind around was the fact that we are our worst enemies, and the courage it would take to walk away, to admit he needed help, and to ask for it, would be the bravest thing he could ever do. Braver even than his willingness to give his life for his country. The most LIFE GIVING thing he could possibly do. He needed to ignore the voices he heard that said he wasn’t enough, and to listen to the one who created him, his Heavenly Father, who says, “You are enough. You’ve always been enough. You are deeply loved.”
As this epidemic is sweeping across the nation, it’s including people from all walks of life at an alarming pace. My plea to you today is that you be brave. Be brave enough to share your struggle. Be brave enough to ask for help. Know that you can have a happy life and a successful story just as so many others on this site have proven. The decision is yours, please chose life. I cannot tell you how devastating this loss has been on our family. We miss our son every minute of every day, and we’ d give anything to have him back. Don’t be a statistic. Don’t let the drugs win. Don’t let evil win. God will give you the strength to beat it – but you have to want it. Do it for your yourself, do it for your family, do it for your future, do it for John.

Addiction Doesn’t Define Me. Recovery Has Become My New Story.

I started experiencing trauma at a very young age, and it went on into my teenage years. I was physically, emotionally, verbally and sexually abused.

I grew up hating drugs because my bio mom was an addict and left when I was 2 years old. I don’t recall ever hearing the word “addiction” back then let alone everything it entails.

I had my first drink when I was 11 years old, my second at 14 and once I turned 18 I was drunk every night. I was in a serious car wreck a few months after I turned 18. I broke my neck in 2 places and wasn’t supposed to make it through the night. This slowed me down from the drinking, but I started smoking pot shortly after this.

This was my thing for a while. I ended up dating my childhood best friend when I was 20 and got pregnant and had my son at 22. That was the happiest that I had ever been, and my life felt complete. You’d of thought that this is where I’d get my act together, right?

I switched jobs a year and a half later. I took a 2nd shift job because soon as there was tension at home I found myself sneaking to the bar for an hour after work. Eventually an hour turned into all night. There were a lot of days I’d take care of my son on a few hours of sleep. His dad and I split up and I did good with not drinking for quite a while until he started keeping our son overnight. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I went to bars with friends. My marriage was on again off again and he begged me to go to AA but I refused because I didn’t have a problem. See, it’s hard to know how messed up you are when you’re that messed up.

Fast forward a little, I was offered a job at John Deere two hours away and decided a fresh start would be good for me. I picked my son up every Friday after work and spent the weekend with him. I met someone at work, he was an everyday drinker and daily pot smoker, and I dabbed in valium here and there.

I got pregnant and of course I stopped everything, even cigarettes. A year after my daughter was born I was having neck pain and migraines. My doctor prescribed 120 hydrocodone a month. It didn’t take long until I was abusing them and buying them, when I couldn’t find those I turned to stronger opiates. My addiction progressed, and I started missing visits with my son. I can’t remember the lame excuses I gave him anymore on why I wasn’t able to come and get him for the weekend. Truth is I was out of pills and having withdrawal. Finding more pills was my priority. My son was so tired of having his heart broken that he asked me to sign my rights over. I seriously felt like I was dying. I told him that I would always love him and that I’d always be there and that I would do what he asked me to do.

A few weeks later I was suddenly doing Meth. It took the pain away for a short while. It didn’t take long for my world to come crashing down. I was living a nightmare and I had turned into someone that I didn’t recognize.
I sat in the basement sad, dark and soulless. I made the decision to take my daughter and move back to my home town, so I could get clean.

I was clean for 3 weeks when I decided to take my daughter back to see her dad. I was under the impression that he was clean, he was not, and I ended up going to jail that night for domestic assault. That’s a whole other story. I saw the judge in the morning and he informed me that there was a protective order on my daughter.

I stayed clean as my focus was on helping my daughter. I called DHS and they started an investigation, and it was a founded case for substance abuse. This was the best thing that I have done for myself, as this is where my life began to change. My daughter was temporarily placed with family while I was early in recovery. I relapsed four months after being clean and the department suggested residential treatment where I could have my daughter with me.

We weren’t allowed much freedom, but one place we could go was once lost now found at a local church. I remember wanting what these people had. I was clean, but I was still struggling with bondages, obsessions and guilt. After several times of going to the service I finally accepted the invitation to go up front to be prayed over. Three people prayed over the things that I had been struggling with and I can’t describe exactly what I felt that night but for the first time in a long time I felt peace.

After 4.5 of residential I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere and made the decision to leave. I couldn’t take my daughter with me. That was one of the hardest choices I ever had to make. I ended up relapsing again but this one was very short lived.

Something clicked, I finally realized what everyone meant by doing this for myself. I engaged in recovery programs, went to therapy to finally deal with the past trauma that led to my addiction, worked a 12-step program, and continued to grow in my faith.

I got my daughter back 4 months later, was able to get a full-time job and our own home. I am happy to say that today I am 5 years clean. I’m happily married, my daughter is amazingly happy and I’m working as a mentor for recovering addicts.

From An Overdose To A Degree In Social Work At Wright State, Recovery Gave Me Meaning And Purpose

I know what it feels like to wake up in the ICU with tubes down my throat and asking the doctors, “What happened?”

“You overdosed, and almost died. You’re lucky to be alive.” The doctor said.

I know what it feels like to plead guilty to a felony crime in front of a judge that could send me to prison for many years.

I also know what it feels like to want to stop using drugs in my heart so bad, but I’m my mind I didn’t know how.

This isn’t just my story, this is the story of hundreds of thousands of addicts in our community and others across the country.

It’s no surprise to hear the sad stories about the opioid crisis and the overdose deaths and the morgues so crowded they have to send bodies to other counties.

What I want to share with you is this, it is possible for an addict like me, or an addict you see walking down the street panhandling, to find a new way to live.

The judge that could have sent me to prison, sent me to drug treatment. Not once, but twice. My first attempt at inpatient treatment I used within an hour after completing the 30 day program. But the second time, is when the miracle happened. I lost the desire to use drugs after seeing a man who I had went to treatment with, 6 months prior, and he was still clean. By seeing him stay clean, I felt hopeful for the first time that I could stay clean too.

After completing treatment, I was a convicted felon, high school dropout, and not one person in the world that would give me an employment reference. The transitional house I was living in after completing treatment required that I have a job and pay rent within 30 days, or find somewhere else to live- which meant back to a using environment for me.

I applied everywhere and followed up on my applications sometimes daily. There was a Little Ceasers down the street that I really wanted to work at. I saw a man standing outside holding a sign and dancing around, I said to myself, I wish I could get that job, that looks like fun. They wouldn’t give me an interview, in fact, they wouldn’t even call me back.

It was hard to stay clean, I felt like the world was against me. When I finally got a job with a temp service. My great-grandma died. I had to choose between going to work, or going to her funeral. I went to work. I felt like that was the right thing to do. If I didn’t, I would’ve had to leave the housing program I was in. I had to stay clean, my life was on the line.

A few months later I realized I wanted more out of life than a minimum wage job, and I got connected to a community based program and a man sat down with me and said, “Eric, what are your goals?” Nobody had ever asked me that before.

I said I want to get my GED, a bank account, and health insurance. He taught me how to set goals, make a plan, and to take action.

Fast forward to today. I have been clean for over 8 years, I recently graduated from Wright State University with a Bachelor in Social Work, I am a husband, father, a homeowner, and a life coach making an impact in my community.

My challenge for you is this, how can you create opportunities for individuals battling an addiction, for those who need a second chance, for those who are desperately trying to find a new way to live?
The picture is of me and Mark Zuckerberg. I talked with him for over two hours about my experience with addiction and recovery. He went on to quote me in his Harvard commencement speech about helping addicts find their purpose. I have been truly blessed in my life and I am grateful everyday to wake up and not have a desire to use drugs. After years battling a heroin and meth addiction, freedom from active addiction is all I’ve ever wanted. We do recover!

I Love My Program Of Recovery And The Life It Has Built For Me

My name is Lauren and I’m an alcoholic whose been sober since June 18, 2010.

Growing up, I always felt nervous and uncomfortable and not because I wasn’t loved, I know I was. I just always felt the need to escape. I took my first drink the night I graduated from high school and right out the gate i was a black out drunk, and I loved it. In the beginning, my consequences were mostly having my parents yelling at me but nothing more then that. As the years went on, things gradually started to get worse: car crashes, inpatient stays, reckless decisions on my part that would effect me emotionally down the road.

I found my way into AA when I was 20, got a sponsor, did my first step (not rigorously) and eventually relapsed. At that point, things were far beyond my control and I was broken but not ready to change. In 2008, I was arrested and charged with a DUI and required to enter an outpatient program for 14 weeks as a stipulation of my plea deal. This program required me to attend AA and in June 2010 I started my journey in this program once again, but this time with the mindset of working the program as it’s laid out.

Life has been good to me in recovery, I definitely hit many bumps but none that the program, my higher power, the steps and the people in my network have not been able to carry me through. In 2016, I sat beside my mother as she took her last breaths and in that moment, the drink was the farthest thing from my mind. Instead, I used my feelings to push my life forward to pursue a life long dream of mine: starting a career in the medical field and I am ridiculously happy with that decision.

I love this program and the life it has built for me. I know I shouldn’t be here today but I’m so grateful that AA was there. I love you all. Thank you!

Medication Assisted Treatment And Positive Peer Support Saved My Life

My names is Derek Langdon I am 41 years old.

I took my first drink at the age of 8….at 13 I tried marijuana for the first time. I used crack for the first time at age 15 and as you can see, my disease at the time is in a progression and it continued to get worse. By 18, I had been arrested 3 times to support my habit. I became a 3 time felon by the age of 25.

The next 15 years is literally a revolving door in the Department of Corrections (3 times) and I would be introduced to heroin. That’s when I begin to experience homelessness and I contracted Hep C. And this is when I got help for the 9th time.

Ive been institutionalized 5 times and I’ve tried many different pathways….. medications and many self help groups… I was referred to a treatment facility specializing in medication assisted treatment in Bloomington, Indiana and have been clean for 6 months.

Suboxone has saved my life and today I’m a working and productive member of society. I’m responsible for the first time in my life. Thank God for sobriety and it’s truly a gift and a blessing.

I’m 17 Months In Recovery Today And That’s A Miracle

Hello everyone! I am Victoria and my friends call me Tori. I am a grateful recovering addict.

Right now, I am 17 month clean and it is a miracle! I drank heavily for 26 years and wanted to die with a drink in my hand. I would call myself a closet drinker because I did everything in my power to hide it. That only worked for so long. …. The day my granddaughter asked, “Is there yuckies in your cup Grandma?”

This is the day I realized Enough is Enough! I gave my 18 year old my stash to trash and asked her to find me a bed. And she worked hard for about 24 hours. Off to rehab for the first time at 47 years old. After 25 successful and grueling days, I did it! I quit!

Went to IOP right away and had a recovery specialist visit once a week and was determined to stay clean. My 3 kids are so happy to have a full time mommy now and so are my 2 granddaughters, who all live with, just me. My kids were my motivation and my God made it possible. I hope I Never go back to that horrible lifestyle.

I believe recovery works if and when you Reallllllllly Want it! I wanted it so bad and now that I have it I am at peace with life. Inner peace is so important and amazing to have. Thanks for taking the time to care to read this and love to you all. If you are struggling with addiction, get help, reach out, surrender. You will be so relieved and happy! Peace, Tori Lee

I Hate Heroin. Lord: Save My Son, Because I Can’t.

I Hate Heroin.

You go to bed thinking about it, you wake up thinking about it…all day long in the back of your head you are thinking about it..no…I don’t use heroin, in fact I’ve never used any drugs but my son is an addict. Sometimes in the middle of the night when he is out on the streets I jolt awake because I hear him screaming “Mom, help me.” I wake up with my heart pounding with a cold sweat on my body just knowing that my son just died and I couldn’t help him. It sounds like he was outside my bedroom window yelling. I get out of bed and go to his Facebook pleading with his friends to tell me if they have seen him recently and if he was okay…because he no longer has that $200 phone it was sold for that last hit, gram, push (I have no idea how you describe it) of heroin. I have even at certain times threatened his drug friends that I was coming for them. I had to blame someone..right?

He is on his sixth, seventh or eighth rehab…I can’t remember but each time I think this is “the one.” If I could keep him in Phase One of rehab the rest of his life, I would because he excels at it…it’s when he gets five minutes to himself in the next phase that it falls apart.

Driving through town with all of those silly signs “kids before addicts” I have to wonder if I am in Alice in Wonderland and fell down the rabbit hole. In 2013 61% of the drug addicts were kids…who do they think they are saving the kids from? Themselves?

My son overdosed in a “trap house” once, they surely were not calling 911, they dumped him on the street in a puddle and a passerby called 911. He was DOA but they got him breathing again but he was in a coma and on a respirator for a week…he went to his first rehab when they discharged him. I was in seventh heaven…finally (I had been trying for several months to get him in a program) he will be saved; I truly was clueless to the power of heroin.

One thing I have learned through all of this..you cannot save someone from themselves. If only I had a magic wand. I have also decided after many “family weeks” in rehab that I really don’t believe in co-dependency although no one in the rehab world will agree with me. I believe as a mother we do what we can live with when they die. I don’t give him money, I will take him to dinner and I will buy him insulin…yes on top of being a heroin addict he is Type 1 diabetic (since he was 16 years old, he is now 22).

I have either gone or sent my 28-year old daughter as she lives in Puyallup where he hangs out to many trap houses to deliver insulin to him so doesn’t die…I decided if he was going to die it wasn’t going to be from lack of insulin. Yes, I have left messages for the police about drug houses but they are so overwhelmed with drug houses they don’t even return the call.

There are no guarantees in life…just love them while they are here. Things could be worse, he could be a rapist, murderer, pedophile, pregnant, he isn’t missing (most of the time), he isn’t on death row nor does he blame me for his issues…. he is simply a drug addict. My prayer is that he never harms another soul in his walk with drugs. If you met my son when he is sober you would like him, the little kids adore him. He is sweet, kind and loving with a great sense of humor.

This last go round (a month ago) he called and said I need a detox but it’s in Olympia I have no way of getting there, I went and picked him up and drove him there. He was so sick I wasn’t sure he would be alive when we got there. Once they are addicted they don’t use to get high…they use to not be sick. All I could say to him was “God has a plan for you because your ass should be dead by now you better start listening to what he is telling you”.

The real heroes in this world to me are not the police, firemen or soldiers (although they are awesome) it is the Matt’s, Levi’s, John’s, Sean’s and Mike’s who have lived through this addiction and do everything they can to help gather him (and many others) back in and try to help them. I can call anyone of them day or night and they drop everything to try to help my son. I have known about ten boys to die from this…these guys have buried many more friends yet they don’t quit trying..they are true heroes. Perhaps my son will be one of them someday.

No one wakes up and decides to be a junkie and as hard as it is too watch it..imagine what it is like to live it. There are many days that I pray “Lord you know how this is going to end….if he is going to die from it please take him sooner rather than later as I can’t keep doing this”.

If you have not read the poem “Mr. And Mrs. Heroin” google it…it ends with “just come take my hand and I will lead you to hell”…

Yes…I hate heroin…
……please Lord save him because I can’t…

Blessings to all who are struggling with this as I know there are many but not very many who will share it. Interestingly enough this started soon after my older son killed himself…the aftermath of suicide perhaps?

– Carri Litowitz

My Sober Life Just Keeps Getting Better

My childhood was pretty good. As a teenager I drank smoked a little weed and cigarettes. By the time I was 19 I had a 1 yr old daughter and a newborn premature. I remember having to leave her in the hospital in Galveston and being very depressed. I had been home a few days and I was cleaning and hurting real bad. My boyfriend said, take one of my pain pills. About an half an hour later not only was my pain gone but so was my sadness and I had all this energy. That’s where it began.

A few months later after my daughter was home . I had an accident and cut my hand real bad. The plastic surgeon prescribed me lorcet, the happy pills. He refilled them every two weeks for a yr. By that time I was going to drs and getting tusionex and hydroclear. When I could no longer get Medicaid. I started calling in scripts. Which led me to prison for 22 months.

My girls were being raised by grandparents. I did try to get off the opiates by going to a methadone clinic. Made things worse. I tried really hard when I got of prison. I went to a Dr. To get diet pills to lose the weight I had gained. It wasn’t long before I manipulated him into giving me vicoden. I took a friend to Houston and was introduced to the pain clinics.

Over the next 10yrs, I spiraled out of control. On 5-13-13 Two felony Dwi, and a prescription fraud charge sent me back to prison Looking at 25-life.

On 5-31-13 I decided that no matter what the outcome was I was not going to live like I had been living any longer. I gave my will and my over to Jesus. I haven’t been the same since. He transformed me from the inside out. I got 8 yrs and was released 8-22-16. My life has been a true miracle.

My sober life just keeps getting better. The relationships with my daughters has been restored. I share my story to give hope for those still struggling. I am living proof that we do recover. I give God all the glory. Without him I wouldn’t be who I am today.