What it was like?

Hell. I was alive but not living. Never took care of myself. I cared about nothing except not being sober. I wouldn't care if I woke up the next day. I'd go to sleep early morning and would not get out of bed till evening time. The disappointment in my family's eyes was more than noticeable but I never thought I could be sober.

What happened?

My bottom. It got to the point where I not only didn't care if I woke up but I tried to make sure I never woke up again. By the grace of god my mom found me before it was too late. I got the help I needed mentally and then got the treatment I needed for my addiction.

What it is like now?

I'm actually living. I look forward to a new day. I'm finally doing things I can be proud of and my family and friends as well. (they are amazing support) No my life is not perfect (no ones is) but one of the biggest things I learned is to take it one day at a time. That has been a life saver. I can proudly say I don't recognize who I once was!