Failure is not in the fall; it’s when you stop getting back up.

My addiction started when I was around 12 years old. I felt so different than my peers. Whether that was true or not, that was my reality. Everyone else seemed so sure of themselves and put together. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.

Active addiction is a hell that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. In a short amount of time, I went from partying like any other "normal teenager" to needing these substances to function. All dreams and goals I had growing up were no longer relevant.

I went to Ambrosia Treatment Center a 22-year-old with liver disease from my using. Ambrosia let me stay for six months while I completed the medical treatment for my liver. That was truly a godsend. With the physical pain and psychological anguish, I doubt I would have stayed sober. There was no denying that my higher power was looking out for me and had big plans for my life.

Recovery makes me feel like that empty space in my heart is finally filled. I have the motivation and drive that I have never experienced before. For the first time in my life, I believe I have a purpose, and I am so much more than just a hopeless junkie sentenced to a life of misery. I know that if I am capable of arresting my addiction for five and a half years, there are no limits on what I can accomplish!

Last Updated: 08/18/2017