I’m hesitant to do this, but I want to share my story because I feel like it can help others. I started drinking and smoking pot when I was 15, a sophomore in high school. The first time I got drunk and smoked pot, something clicked in my brain-I felt great. Fast forward to 21, I worked with a group of people who not only drank, but also used prescription pills-mostly opiates and benzos. My coworkers were often under the influence at work and they seemed to be having a great time. I figured, “Why not do the same thing and avoid the mundane work day?” Little did I know I’d end up heavily addicted to opiates, benzos, Adderall, and basically anything else I could get my hands on. About two years went by of the cycle of drug seeking, physical withdrawals, relationship problems, and even a suicide attempt before I said enough. I hated who I was, hated how I felt, and I wanted to be a better person. I entered treatment in 2013, and while I only stayed 60 days, it saved my life. Today, I am not perfect by any means, but I no longer need a pill to get out of bed. I wake up happy and excited about life (after my morning coffee of course). Today, I am a mother and a devoted girlfriend. Today, I no longer use people for my benefit. I don’t steal, I don’t lie, and above all I value myself. I don’t want to damage my body. I understand that my happiness today comes from God and His grace by allowing me to get through the tough times I thought I wouldn’t survive. I still deal with problems like everybody else, but today I do it sober.