The Music of Recovery

My name is Daphne D. Wallis. I am a 33-year-old single mother of four. One of my children, Ricky, has Down Syndrome. I’m from a small town in northern Mississippi. I spent much of my life in addiction. Making, selling, and doing drugs is a normal thing where I come from. It took me many years to get out of that lifestyle. Besides my struggles with addiction, I also struggle from mental illness. Poverty took …

The Circle of Life

I’m amazed by this circle of life we all live on and how it gives back to us. I received a gift so I could use what I was given to help another in need! In 2012, I was living in a tent in the woods in North Camden, New Jersey, when I was arrested once again for my drug use. After I got out of jail, I went to stay with my parents. I …

My Metamorphosis

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly. That’s what happened to me. Growing up, my father were addicted to alcohol and both my parents were addicted to drugs. I never thought I would follow in their footsteps, but I did. I started drinking around age 18. I had a good job where happy hour, office parties, and getting blackout drunk was normal. Soon, my life was nothing but a …

Just Help One Person

Hi, my name is Chris and I am a person with substance use disorder. As many people like me share, my addiction has nothing to do with how or where I was raised. It has everything to do with me and the disease that I believe I was born with. Looking back, I can see characteristics of my problem going back as far as I can remember. I’ve never really been comfortable with who I …
I’m Anna David and I’m a woman in long-term recovery. Trust me, this wasn’t a sentence I’d ever think I’d say, let alone write. I loved cocaine with a passion unbridled—until I hated it with just as much passion. But I was determined to keep doing it, somehow believing—despite all evidence to the contrary—that my very survival depended on being able to get high. (“High” became an ironic word toward the end; all I’d get …

Valued In Recovery

I encountered my addiction first when I was seven years old. I medicated the discomfort of my parents’ divorce with sugar. Seeking a stronger high, I was a daily user by the time I was 15 and addicted to cocaine and alcohol. My substance use disorder led me down the paths that it often does; dropping out of school, disappointing my family, breaking up important relationships, and being incapable of committing to anything. Incapable of …
It was either find help or commit suicide. I couldn’t continue the way I was living. I called my doctor and told him I was afraid of dying. For some unknown reason, my doctor took a risk and told me I had a serious drug and alcohol problem and that he could get me help. I was scared because I didn’t know what kind of help he had in mind, or if I could even …

My Wedding Day

When I returned to consciousness, a man was bandaging my feet. I didn’t understand where I was, and I could barely see. As my eyes adjusted from a wispy haze, I started to realize that I was in a hospital room. The man was a nurse. Next to me there was a familiar face: my best friend, Justin. His striped, button-up shirt was covered in blood. We had gotten married earlier that day.
Dr. Cornell West said the cure for addiction is love, courage, and conviction. Today, I live by his words. They’ve made me a different person than I used to be. I was addicted to meth for 12 years. I have done every drug, but meth was my favorite. I was really involved in the electronic music scene in Las Vegas and Colorado. I loved clubs and electronic music, and the drugs just made both better.
I come from 20 years of active addiction to drugs and alcohol, accompanied with criminal justice involvement. My life spiraled out of control in the early ‘80s when crack cocaine hit the scene. I told lies, cheated, stole, and became involved in crime in order to feed my addiction. I had beautiful children and a loving family who had no knowledge or understanding about substance use disorder. My daily routine became a vicious cycle: I …