Candice

Raised by an alcoholic Father and drug addicted Mom. After spiraling into my own alcoholism, I was introduced to opiates after a car accident. Those opiates led me to heroin, which pulled me down into places I hope to never be again. Waking up everyday as a prisoner of my own mind. Hijacked by heroin. Sick. Unemployable. Depleted of all morals. Unable to be a mother, daughter, sister or friend.

I was sick of being sick. I looked in the mirror one day, and seen a dead person who forgot to lay down. No emotion or feeling. My family looked at me like it was the last time they would ever see me. The gift of desperation was graced upon me. I lived in a treatment center for a couple of months. I dove into recovery head first, and haven't looked back.

My life is beautiful today. I walk with confidence. I live with purpose. I am a mother, a girlfriend, a daughter, a friend and a sponsor all thanks to a spiritual solution.

I am grateful.