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Ryan Hampton
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April 17, 2017
Andrew Was More Than Just An Addict How do we remember someone as special as Andrew? 99 percent of the time, the first thing people mention, is his incredible intellect. From the very beginning, Andrew was extremely bright. He was accepted into the Gifted Program in first grade....
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Ryan Hampton
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April 15, 2017
My Story isn’t going to come out in one continuous line. It will not clean itself up or try to contort itself in to a shape that easily resembles success or moral.  I have not reached success. I’ve reached right now. My reach still extends.  I achieve balance by anchoring myself...
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Ryan Hampton
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April 13, 2017
If you had looked at my life from the outside growing up, it's kind of hard to imagine that one day I would find myself completely alone and hopeless wishing that I would be dead. I actually welcomed that idea at one time in my life. I was raised in a loving family. They...
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Ryan Hampton
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April 11, 2017
I wasn’t always an addict. My parents weren’t addicts. Their parents weren’t addicts. My aunts, uncles and siblings weren’t addicts and neither were my friends. My path to addiction wasn’t all that uncommon, but the catalyst was. April 20, 1999. I was seventeen years old and a...
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Ryan Hampton
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April 10, 2017
The absolute last thing I wanted to be was sober. I knew it meant the end of fun, and since I thought happiness meant flinging yourself from one fun experience to the next, I considered that the end of life. Yet the crazy part of my staunch belief that sobriety was the absolute...
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Ryan Hampton
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April 09, 2017
My name is Tim Ryan. I am a grateful recovering alcoholic and drug addict. My journey is just like many others: I let my world be taken over by drinking and drug use. I first tried heroin in 2001 and that took me down another 12-year road to hell. Many consequences occurred in...
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Ryan Hampton
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April 08, 2017
Nearly ten years ago, I stood in a doorway with nothing but a couple trash bags of clothes, a Jeep on a car title loan, and a decision to make. Behind me were fourteen years of obsession and insanity surrounding drugs and whatever I had to do to get them. Fourteen years of...
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Ryan Hampton
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April 06, 2017
At the end, there were only two things I cared about: the bag of heroin on my glass topped coffee table, and the cell phone next to it. They were my two life lines. After a decade of abusing opiates, I couldn’t stop using heroin. I was psychologically, physically, and...