Well, this all started a little over 3 years ago with a diary entry that marked my first step into recovery:
“I am writing this because maybe it will help someone some day…I am absolutely mentally and physically exhausted. I just checked myself back into rehab after leaving seven days ago…I have no idea what time it is, only the four or five hours I slept have been the most in days. I found a picture of Pam back when were dating…back when we were happy…had I only knew my marriage and life was on it’s last few hours…Oh yeah, I did…she literally told me, go get help or else.”
I remember those horrific days like it was yesterday. Well, most of it. I got to a point in my life where I finally had only two choices; to keep using and drinking or die. And when I realized that’s all I had left, it scared me in a way that I had never been scared before. So I grabbed on to this little bitty piece of hope I had left, which was to someday hold Pam, just one more time. And for the first time in my life, I asked someone for help.
It was hard, it wasn’t easy. I nearly didn’t survive. But I held on with every bit of strength I had, until I began to see the other side.
And what I saw on the other side was absolutely amazing! It was a kid, who had know idea how to live life sober, but ready and excited for the challenge. Imagine starting your life completely over.