A Word of Thanks and Inspiration
We share true addiction stories on here. As I went through and read some of them over the weekend, I decided to share something with you. While all of these stories are true and have happened to people, it is important for someone seeking help to know this: these stories are behind real people, real faces, real lives and they once were where you are today. In turn, you are just as important and worth helping as they were. With that in mind, think about this when you see the stories our readers have shared with us:
“I am the soccer mom you think has the perfect life.” “I am the executive who had it all.” “I am the college student with his whole life ahead of him.” “I am the teenage girl with a dream.” “I am you.”
Someone emailed me and told me that he could see a similarity in one of the situations that was a lot like his own. Another person reached out because she just knew we were telling her story because it was so similar to one another reader had shared. When I hear that someone has received help after coming to this site which allows people to open up and share their experiences, I think about how it was not just the people who cared enough to build the site, it was not me or the other administrators of this site, but that it was everyone, the brave men and women who have won the battle and now want to share their stories who have helped and inspired those who in turn, reach out and ask for help.
All of you who have shared your stories, all of you who come in and sense a familiar feeling because you are going through what these people have, all of you are to be thanked and commended for being who you are and for wanting to beat an enemy who trembles because he knows you can beat him: drug addiction.
If you are sitting in front of a computer reading this post and you, too, would like to be able to start a new life free of drugs, fill out the short inquiry on the right side. Perhaps you will be sharing your story on here someday and you will be the one inspiring someone else to get help just as someone else’s story may have inspired you.

She prostituted herself. She got slapped around sometimes and these guys weren’t exactly the type one would bring home to mom, but it got her money for her meth. Everything revolved around the meth. That sweet, sweet high was all she could think about and when it was over, she wanted more of it.