On December 9th I was arrested for possession of marijuana, paraphernalia, and a controlled substance. I didn’t really realize how huge the consequences would be…
I didn’t have much structure growing up nor trouble with the law. My family was always really good at enabling my bad habits, whether they realized it or not. So, I went to jail and was bailed out within two hours. I went home and picked up right where I left off with my bad habits and drug use. I did want to change, but it seemed nearly impossible. I was addicted to pills- any kind- and thought that I couldn’t go to sleep at night without smoking pot. This was my life for two years. My son was almost three at this time. I always took care of him by making sure he was fed and clothed, but I was not present mentally. I couldn’t sympathize with how he was feeling, and sometimes I just didn’t care to listen. My mind was so gone and preoccupied focusing on the next drug. I never meant to turn my life into that, but I am an addict and I now know that drugs can take over my life before I even realize what is happening.
A month after my arrest, I had to appear at Criminal Diversion Services to meet with a case manager to do an assessment and provide a urine sample for drug screening. I told the case manager that the sample would not be clean because I was addicted to drugs. As the assessment went on, I admitted to being under the influence at that time. They cut the assessment short, and I was given a court date. On January 11th I went to court still under the influence of drugs and was held in custody with no bond and no out date. I was totally shocked and didn’t understand why that was happening to me and had such a “poor me” attitude. Luckily, I only stayed in jail for two weeks (which felt like forever) when my case manager got me into a halfway house. I had no clue what I was getting into, but I knew that I didn’t want to sit in jail.
On January 25th I signed into the Drug Court Program and agreed to complete everything that they asked of me. I was clean, and I was happy to start something different and to better myself. I came to Hope House on January 26th a little scared and curious. It was the best thing I ever had to do! Hope House gave me structure, security, and hope! I got a job after three months of searching, got my license back, and started taking care of my responsibilities that I had let go for so long. I was able to see my son freely as long as I took care of myself first. I was so grateful for the good and the bad, because I finally felt capable of making that change and having a choice to do the right thing.
I left the Hope House on September 17th and moved into my own house that I rent. I can put my son to bed at night, enjoy all our time together and enjoy just watching him grow. He is so smart and just shocks me every day, which reminds me that I don’t have to miss all the miracles around me anymore. I can actually get past myself and help someone else out. I have healthy relationships with my family and have gained so many new ones since being in recovery. I appreciate my life today and thank God for the many doors he has opened up to me. And for that I am blessed! |