Recovery, in their own words

Sober Stories

Real people, real recovery. Honest accounts of what it was like, what happened, and what life looks like now — shared to remind anyone still struggling that they are not alone.

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Age 37Since 05 / 27 / 2019

Hania

Something dark seems to happen to me, the moment I use. I fall and fall, till I feel nothing but despair, shame and selfpity. And I continue, because I can't stop and actually just want to d...

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Age 43Since 04 / 28 / 2006

Holly

I got a taste of alcohol at a very young age. From the very beginning, I could never have just a few. I had to drink until I was drunk and passed out. Always blacking out. I drank when I was...

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Age 27Since 09 / 20 / 2020

Glynis Hodgkinson

It was dark, lonely, and painful. I felt like I was the only person who was going through it. I found myself sick, malnourished, and in and out of jails and institutions. There were no limit...

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Age 58Since 06 / 22 / 2013

Minister Ralf Friedrichs

It is hard to describe the feeling of sobriety because after a little over 7 years, I cannot separate the various feelings that come with thinking with a clear head, the changes in the way I...

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Age 43Since 06 / 19 / 2010

Jaime Porter

My life was complete chaos. I didn’t know which way was up or down. I got the taste for alcohol at age 18. I loved it at first and I craved the feeling of total numbness which would happen e...

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Age 47Since 09 / 13 / 1991

Rob Van Pelt

Discovered alcohol as a tool to cope at 10 years old. By the time I was 18, I was homeless, living out of my car, on an all liquid diet of cheap wine easily purchased by anyone with a pulse...

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Age 32Since 07 / 19 / 2020

Anne brason

I gave up drinking in June 2018 for 18 months. Unfortunately I had a slight blip in jan after a friend committed suicide. However I’m back sober again and won’t be looking back. I was much h...

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Age 32Since 06 / 13 / 2016

Scott Russell

I woke with a softball size lump on my neck. I couldn’t breathe. They looked at me like I had 3 heads. Without saying a word, the doctor packs the wound and sends me on my way.

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