At 30 years old, I couldn’t believe I had been living the way I had been for the last two years. Though I had used drugs since the age of 12, I never really had a problem with them — or so I thought. I thought of myself as a functioning member of society. But, at 30, I was on the verge of losing a job that I really liked. Learn more
I was raised by addicts, and I always said as a child that I didn’t want to be like my parents, but that didn’t last. I started drinking with friends and partying, thinking that because I knew a lot about addiction that I could control what I was doing. Learn more
I once spent hours searching through the hard drive of my computer and all of my paperwork for an email from my mom. The email that saved my life. It was a short, polite note asking me to not call, stop by, or involve her or my family in my life anymore. Learn more
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