Let me start by saying that there is hope even if we can’t see it. My name is Kristy and I’m an addict. I grew up in a middle-class home with two wonderful parents and an older brother. Life was simple and fun.
In school I always felt as though I was never “up to par” as other kids seemed to understand things that I didn’t. This left me feeling uncomfortable and insecure, so I never wanted to go to school. In junior high school, I began to experiment with alcohol, marijuana and an occasional line of coke. Along with that came a new crowd of friends which my parents did not approve of. These new friends cared nothing about the fact that I wasn’t a good student; they accepted me at face value. My life continued that way for many years, continually progressing further into addiction.
In my twenties, I was in a series of car accidents, leaving me with back pain. The back pain was the beginning to my end. A doctor accidentally wrote me an open script for Vicodin and over time I moved onto Percocet, then Oxycontin. When the street value of these pills went up I found out that heroin would be a suitable replacement. I was an IV heroin user for eight years before I was dropped off at the doors of the Behavioral Medicine Center, Lawrence Center, in Waukesha, Wisconsin. I spent eight days in that facility. A counselor there suggested a 90-day follow-up treatment at a halfway house called House of Hope in Waukesha. I jumped at the chance because I knew deep in my heart that it would be only a matter of time before I’d find myself on my way to see my dealer. I knew I didn’t want that life anymore, but I also couldn’t walk out those doors and trust myself to go home and put into practice what I had just learned. I needed more.
On the way to the halfway house, I was filled with a range of different emotions, but the one that stuck out the most was fear—I was really scared. I was going to be away from my family and starting this journey. In time I realized what a huge opportunity I was given. With the help of the House of Hope counselors, family and housemates, this place allowed me to heal, both physically and mentally. The greatest gift that halfway house gave me was a solid foundation in my program of sobriety. My decision to go to the House of Hope was the best decision I ever made. I still go back there for aftercare and to offer hope to current residents.
My life is good now. I have a wonderfully supportive husband (who is also in recovery), and a beautiful eight-year-old son who is happy to have a mother who actually plays with him and is fully involved in his life. Things are better than I ever imagined they would be and it’s because of a 12-Step program, the love and support of my family, and believing that I deserved this life.
DON’T GIVE UP!!!!!