I had my first drink in 1981. I was 13 years old. I grew up in an upper middle class family with my parents and four siblings in a beautiful home in a beautiful neighborhood. However, I also grew up in a house surrounded by alcohol. My parents were always entertaining. They...

My name is Laura and I am a recovering alcoholic and addict. My sobriety date is 11/5/2015. I grew up in and out of foster homes. I come from a family of addicts. I got pregnant at the age of 16 and married. After my child was born, I discovered the taste and feeling of alcohol....

At sixteen, Jarrod broke his collarbone and the nurse gave him Vicodin. He liked it... After the loss of my 19 year old son to an accidental prescription drug overdose, I found out where his friends were getting the opiates Jarrod was hooked on. The first words out of my mouth...

I'm writing this story to show others there is hope out there and to not be ashamed of yourself. I am an alcoholic and I have been sober for a little over 3 years now. My story is not meant to say that is easy to be sober or to gloat. It is meant to be inspirational hopefully. I...

Independence Day is my favorite day of the year. Some people love Christmas or Valentine’s Day. For me, it’s the Fourth of July. I love America, and the Fourth of July is like the biggest, best birthday party ever, for the nation I’m lucky to call home. I love the fireworks, the...

"You. I missed you, mom. Everything about you." *********************** When I got back to Ohio, 9 months after my drug and alcohol treatment, I was asked [or kind of told], "do you regret anything from your past? I know you have to regret something?" My answer was simple, firm...

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...