I have struggled with addiction since I was 14 years old. Alcohol and smoking pot made me feel better, like I fit in. It didn’t take long for me to try meth, and once I did, I was hooked. That was it for me. I began living the life of a reckless young adult. By the time I was 20 I was out of control, and I knew it.
I checked myself into a 90-day rehab, and I graduated. While in rehab, I met a fellow addict, and we “fell in love”. We got together after rehab. I got pregnant, and we tried to raise our son together. The odds of having a healthy relationship were not good. We were not in a program, and I ended up spending many years in an abusive relationship and many years as a single mom struggling on and off with my addictions.
It took me a long time, but I eventually got out of that relationship. Then I met a man that would soon become my husband. He was a good man. We were both in recovery from our meth addictions, but still active in our drinking addiction. For a time, life seemed pretty good. I was married, had a house, a good job and my son was excelling in school and sports. Then when I was 30, life changed drastically for all 3 of us. My drinking was taking over, and my husband was relapsing. We separated, and things quickly went downhill.
On April 11, 2018, I got a call that my son’s father was shot and killed. With my marriage ending and my life in bad shape, the loss of my son’s father was too much. I started getting high again after not using for 10 years. A year later I had lost everything. I was evicted from the only home I knew, lost my job, my car, my fur-babies, everything I had was gone. No one wanted anything to do with me, including my 18-year-old son.
I found myself homeless and doing things that addicts do to keep using and surviving on the streets – things that would get me arrested for the first time in my life. While in jail, I was told that my husband had died. Once again, the loss of a man I loved was too much for me. I was released, and a month later I was using again. I did not care about anything. I was broken and had no hope. I wanted to die.
On December 4, 2018, I was arrested, and it saved my life. I had overdosed three times in one month; I wanted to die and was doing my best to make it happen.
God had bigger and better plans for me, He gave me a second chance at life!
I was sentenced to three years in prison. I was at McFarland Female Community Reentry Facility run by the GEO Group. There I had a lot of resources to prepare me for my release. They guided me to a place for housing, and God answered my prayers. The Mission opened a new sober living home, and I was one of the first to move in. I have been there for over a month now, and I feel so blessed. I have the support of other women, my family, and God.
Life is crazy, but God is amazing! I still have a lot of work to do to clean up the mess I made of my life, but now I have hope and know I’m going to be ok. I thank God and talk to him daily. I know it is His will not mine.