Being in recovery has been really good this time around. I’ve finally found the desire to stay sober & I can honestly say I’ve been really happy for a pretty consecutive amount of time now. I’m starting to see the promises really come true. I’m also moving today & I’m pretty excited about it. It’ll be my first time moving since I’ve been here & I think it will be a nice change.

Client K

He is a son
He was a husband
He is a father
He is talented
He is artistic
He is loving and caring
He has brown hair and blue eyes
He made me giggle and fell like a little princess
He is a drug addict
He is nowhere to be found but confirmed alive
He is my dad and I miss him very much

Client K

“Fear is a signal to become courageous and take action, anything else is giving up on ourselves”

I believe in walking into the things that terrify us the most. My whole life I’ve stood on the sidelines of my own life and stayed on the bench, afraid of the unknown. And every day since I got sober, I’ve taken another step into my fears. I get a little freedom and serenity with each step. My higher power pushes me to follow my heart and hear my 2nd voice. To trust my instincts. To have faith in my abilities. For too long I’ve not taken action and I’ve continuously given up on myself. But I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to fight for my life. One of my favorite quotes goes something like “all you need is 15 seconds of insane courage.” I have faith in my higher power as I finally walk into my fear and take action.

Client M

I’ve just gotten here
a bit ago
and I’ve come to realize
I am not here
to “do my time”
I am here
to save my life.
However long it takes,
(and recovery road is forevers long),
I will march forward
I will show up for life,
for others,
for myself.
Because I am worth it.
Because I deserve this.

-Worth the Work
Client R

I put my cold hands over my heart to feel again. The question of life or death at my fingertips. The chill sinks into my veins and ices over my heart. It spreads through out my body as tears begin to pour. I close my eyes and the water rushes down my face. I dream of a familiar place. With a white sink and gold faucet. And that cold tile floor with drops of red. I quickly down a bottle of Tito’s Vodka then glare at myself and the illusion I’ve become. Then suddenly everything goes black. I awake, my head throbbing, my face and hands wet and sticky. I begin to stand and then crumble back down to the floor. I attempt to push my chest up when blood starts to drip from my head. I reach my hand towards the pain and feel around until I find a deep gash on my forehead. I slowly stand, my weak knees shaking beneath me. Again I see the illusion but this time it’s shattered.

Client S