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Addiction to Parenthood: The Cocaine Cowgirl



In the beginning, cocaine made me beautiful. I was sexy, unstoppable, desirable to everyone. When I was high on cocaine and alcohol, I could float through a crowd of people like a goddess riding a chemical wave. No one could resist me. I sparkled. But then, of course, heaven turned to hell. I prostituted myself to feed my addictions. Until my mind and body couldn’t take it anymore. I found a way out.

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Addiction Songs – Relapse: Starting Over Sober



Starting Over: This is a song Jon wrote about his first relapse. It was a terrible feeling, a terrible waste, but out of the ashes can be born beautiful things. #addictionsong #addictionlyrics

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Recovery from Alcoholism is Worth the Fight: Maria P’s Story



Maria P is a recovering alcoholic. She is a member of the Aid in Recovery Book Club and came to speak to our community a few weeks ago. She tells us about her struggles with addiction. This is her story. Like millions of other recovering substance abusers, Maria has found sobriety and happiness. But the solution is not simple and not fast.

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Addiction, Painkillers, and Retirement: My Mom the Opioid Abuser



When I think about addiction, I should reflect on my personal experiences. You see, I’m in recovery. Often I do think about my journey, but when the topic of conversation flutters around Opioid addiction, or I read another news article about the rise of Opioid abuse, I think of my mother. She is an addict that was in denial for years — more than a decade — about her addiction. She would hoard Vicodin and Hydrocodone, continually ask her doctor for a new script…

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Born Into Drug Addiction – I Followed in My Parents Footsteps – Until Now



This letter tells the story of a woman who grew up in a house torn apart by addiction. The far-reaching consequences may surprise you. We were inspired and moved by her story.

Hello, my name is Alexandria. I was born November 3rd, 1993 to two addicts and alcoholics. I’m the oldest of three girls. Growing up, my parents were always fighting. I always felt like it was my fault.

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My Semicolon Tattoo & Recovery: How Depression Led to Addiction and Worse



The following is a true story of pain and hope. Find the treatment you need to continue your story; whether that treatment is drug rehab, alcohol rehab, mental health counseling/meds or something else. It’s never too late to change the ending of your story.

Maybe you have seen it. The semicolon tattoo on someone’s wrist, behind their ear, or on their ankle. What does it mean anyway? How can one little ; mean so much to someone that they need to have it tattooed on their body?

If you struggle with substance abuse, you probably have at least one semicolon moment in your life. The time when it all could have ended in a period, but it didn’t. By choice or circumstance, your life continued.

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Collateral Damage: Families of Drug Abusers



Wouldn’t life be simpler if other people were never affected by our poor actions and decisions? I know in my life, if this were the case, I would have quite a few bridges still standing that have unfortunately burnt down long ago.

When in active addiction, usually the last thing we are thinking about is how we’re affecting others. I remember I used to think, well, I never hang out with anyone. I just isolate in my room; I spend my earned money on my drugs and alcohol. And my most famous (and now almost comical) line was, who could I possibly be hurting when nobody even knows I’m using?

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Nurse Recovering From Addiction Pens Inspiring Letter to Young Daughter. Don’t Cry.



I’m a 31-year-old single mom who’s also an addiction recovering, depression-dodging, obsessive-compulsive nurse. To my daughter- If you ever find yourself in the arms of your teacher, crying, feeling what I can only imagine being the worst feeling you’ve felt up to this point in your life – that mommy is abandoning you – please know I’d never leave you…

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