We need to check your vitals. The IV fell out. Lay your arm flat. The monitor has a screaming fit because the nodes unstick from the boozy sweat leaking out your pores. You are confined by tangled wires to a standard Stryker bed, while machines you can't identify sing to each...

My name is Katie and I’m an alcoholic. My sobriety date is September 21st, 2015, so as of today I’m 937 days sober (a little over two and a half years). But who’s counting, right? I NEVER thought I’d grow up to be an alcoholic. I never WANTED to be an alcoholic. But, as it turns...

Four and a half years ago after ending up in jail for the last time I decided to give recovery another try. After spending eleven years stuck in a cycle of sex trafficking, prostitution, addiction, and homelessness I had finally felt like my life was at rock bottom. I was...

Though often asked, I cannot define the moment my desire for sobriety trumped that of the reckless path I had travelled the two decades prior. There was no crisis, tragedy, health fright, family incident, or legal issue. The day was just the day. I simply made a choice and a...

Hi Y’all I'm Kelly Procter and I'm a person in long term recovery from alcohol and drug addiction. By the grace of God my sobriety date is 4/6/15! Born and raised in Austin,TX along with a large circle of people who loved and cared about me. I was always involved in...

Hello, this is my story about my son Torin who was a Heroin addict, I say was not because he is a success story but because he lost his battle with Heroin. Torin was the typical Southern California kid. Born and raised in Orange County, to middle class parents. Torin started...

The disease of addiction hit me young and hard. I was a painfully shy, insecure 13 year old in the 1970's, when my parents sent me to live in NYC to go to a private school. At 14, I was introduced to marijuana, at 15, LSD and at 17 a man injected me with heroin and I became it's...

Huffing nitrous was my thing. Don’t get me wrong, I liked popping pills and smoking weed as much as the next addict, but inflating my lungs with freezing cold laughing gas really hit the spot for me. I huffed in my room, I huffed on the freeway, I huffed at the drive-thru – I’d...

My name is Lee Ann McDaniel. My son Daniel was an addict. As some know, there is so much helplessness, frustration, heartbreak, and pain caused for the family and the person suffering. Finally, after several years of trying to get help, Daniel made the decision to go into a...