Eating Myself to Death

My story begins five years ago. I was lying on the floor of my apartment after suffering a drug overdose. I weighed almost 350 pounds; I was also addicted to fast food. During the course of a day, I would typically eat six breakfast tacos, three super-sized double quarter pounder meals, an extra large honey bbq chicken strip sandwich meal, an extra large pizza, four sausage sandwiches, and 15 sodas. Then, I’d take 400-450 mg …

Gifts of Recovery

My name is Pam Pearce and I live in Oregon. Outside of the birth of my children, my recovery is the thing I am most proud of. The way I believe I keep it is by giving the gift of recovery away, again and again. My story is a typical life of substance use disorder, but with amazing gifts. These gifts are to be shared with others. This sharing I believe is the main reason …
If there’s anything that involves recovery, I’m on it! It’s been that way since I entered recovery on September 28, 26 years ago. I retired in 2011 and began wanting to do something more for the recovery community. I got involved in the Houston-area Recovery Oriented Systems of Care (ROSC) because I’d heard about the idea of recovery coaching and that interested me. I met folks from the Palmer Drug Abuse Program, Archway Academy …
Ten years ago, our 15-year-old son fell while loading a heavy pine tree on his grandpa’s farm. He hurt his spine and was treated by a children’s hospital in Columbus. I work in the Columbus hospitals and had begun noticing that people with substance use disorders, especially with opiates, were getting younger and coming from higher income families. I was seeing more girls who were addicted to heroin. I always asked them, “How did you …

Truth in Recovery

I am a mother of an adult child who struggles with addiction. I am a voice of pain, a voice of love, a voice of hope, voice of fear. I’m also the voice of a mother who has spent more time looking for her son to be someone else rather than seeing him for who he truly is. He almost died. So many die. In my small corner of the …
I’ve always been more interested in talking about the hope involved in the recovery process than in focusing on the bad parts of somebody’s drug story. Since coming to understand recovery oriented systems of care, I’ve been real gung-ho for recovery. I’m also very open and not anonymous. I say I’m a person in long-term recovery (which simply means for 31 years I haven’t gotten drunk or high), not an addict …
My name is Debbie and my 33-year-old daughter, Amy, has an addiction. She is the mother of two boys, ages 14 and 11. This is our story. Amy became addicted to drugs when she was in high school. I sent her to rehab for 90 days. When she was 19, she had her first son while she was in recovery. By the time the baby was nine …
My journey started on 3/28/1989 at 9:13 p.m., when my son Matthew Hayes was born. He was premature and during the first few weeks of his life he was very sick. He was sick and near death many times. Through those trying times, I turned to my faith in God to pull us both through. I knew that God had a plan for us both. In the spring of 2010, Matt came to me and …
My story about becoming addicted to marijuana, alcohol, and other illegal substances is no doubt similar to many others. I was a misguided, impressionable and gullible young teen growing up in the so-called inner city. While I am not blaming my environment or peers at the time for initiating my addiction, where I grew up and the people who I surrounded myself with certainly played a role in my decision to experiment with drugs and …

Rescued from Addiction

I started using drugs daily while I was in my last year of college, after a breakup with a boyfriend. Life got unmanageable. I moved around looking for a rescuer that never showed up. I landed in jail on a felony charge for delivery of a controlled substance. My mother posted my bail on Christmas Eve. For the next year, I continued to party and hang out with other people who were using substances. In …