FEATURED TESTIMONIAL

“I am what I like to call myself a recovering addict because I have a biochemical disease in my brain that led me to search for happiness, dopamine, and ways out by abusing mind-altering and life-controlling controlled substances. Like most people, my start down the road felt great and okay, in the beginning. It ended in a disaster that started with an injury. I was involved at 17 in a car accident and by the age of 27, I found myself in my primary care doctor's office begging for help for my neck and back pain. This lead to pain management and overprescribed medication for what turned into 8 years. 8 long years of me thinking “it’s okay. My doctor prescribes me these medications and I go to work and pay my bills, what’s so wrong with it?” 8 long years of me struggling with different life stresses and trauma in my life. Because who doesn’t struggle with losing loved ones, everyday life stress, depression, and anxiety, right? 8 years of me losing relationships that meant the most to me from my family to my significant other, to friends and it felt like my only “true friends” were those who were also buying and abusing opiates and other drugs like myself. Besides, no one cared like my other drug-using friends, sleeping in my car and hotels and buying and taking pills with me. And certainly, no one got me like they did either!  8 years of doctor hopping to get extra medication when I would run out or overtake what I was prescribed. 8 years of chasing my next high what seemed like every second of every day because in reality I was! 8 years of robbing Peter to pay Paul and spending every dime I had just to make sure I wasn’t pill-sick! 8 years of losing jobs because of carelessness and only caring about my addiction. 8 years of my life that I robbed myself of that I can’t ever get back!

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