Thirteen years ago I was picked up at a seedy motel by my mom and sister. I called them because I was afraid and needed help, I’d been using drugs for a weeks straight and had run out of money. The people I was with wanted to pimp me out for drugs and I wanted to go home.

When I called my sister in tears she told me to call mom, they’d been looking for me and had even filled out a missing persons report. That was the last time I used. Within weeks I was in rehab and attending recovery meetings regularly.

My story is very common but what makes mine special is I have amazing family and friends who have supported me through the years. I wouldn’t be where I am today without them. My relationship with God also keeps me grounded. If you or someone you know needs help, seek recovery