Many days I didn’t want to live. I felt there was no hope and didn’t see an end in sight. By the time I was in recovery I had lost my children, been locked in jail and burned all my bridges. I received so many gifts in recovery. All the things I given away plus so much more. I can look in the mirror and be proud of the dignified woman I am today. I know I have a purpose and it’s to help the person still suffering. I am blessed to work in the field where I get the opportunity to do this. If you’re in recovery please speak up and speak out. Let’s break the stigma. We can do together what we cannot do alone!