I’d like to share my story.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m an alcoholic. I’ve been drinking for almost 20 years.
I was raised around alcohol and drugs my whole life with mental illness and addiction running on both sides of my family.
I was raped when I was 14.
I’ve lost everything that meant anything to me. People, my friends, family. I got kicked out of my house.
I lost custody of my son 3 times.
If you can think it, I’ve been through it. I recently was living in the back of a small trailer, in extreme poverty, surrounded by someone who was dating an abusive partner, after I had already just gotten out of an abusive relationship.
I stayed there for around 4 months.
I was drinking everyday, and I was lucky if I got any sober days in-between. I was severely depressed, heart broken, and lonely.
I had no hot water, toilet, or food. It wasn’t until things boiled over between the people I was living with, where a family member came and rescued me and took me in, until I can get into a woman’s house.
I’m proud to say I’ve been going to AA meetings everyday, I have a sponsor, and am committed to doing my 90/90. I escaped.
If I can, you can too.
