Almost ten years ago I could regularly be found sitting in a gutter shooting up, sometimes with dirty needles. I was that really stereotypical version of what most of society likes to classify as a “junkie”. I lived on the streets, I didn’t shower often enough, I was a criminal, and I was a “welfare cheat”. That’s what people saw when they looked at me.
Some people say that they always felt like addicts, they always had the obsession and compulsion with things. I don’t exactly relate to that, for me, I just loved the feeling of that first hit of heroin. I chased that feeling for the next 17 years.
Read here how Danny was finally able to stop chasing that hit...
I lost my husband at about 5 years clean. We had both been in a 12-step fellowship, working on recovery together. His demons were too much for him, and his last relapse cost him his life.
Our son was 18 months old at this time; he became my only reason for getting up every day and I believe he is one of the reasons I am still here today.