My name is Melissa and I am an alcoholic and a drug addict in recovery and that’s the best thing about me. I’m writing to share my “experience strength and hope”. I like to start with hope because I like hope. My sobriety date is April 12th, 2006 and I do a lot of things on a...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

In Memory of Christopher Seaman. August 17, 1991-June 22, 2015

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...

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...

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...