Shared Stories

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 Hi, my name is different, but the story is the same. Alcohol ruined my life, I really had to hit the "rock bottom" before I realized that all I loved was gone. A few months and several tries at being on the wagon later, I finally "got it!" I have been sober now for 8 years, I am happy, my family are back in my life, and I have the support from my new friends, the right kind of support. It was scarey at first ,to admit being powerless over something in my life. I was physically and emotionally drained going through the steps. But I have to say, I am very happy and content with the end product. I mean, what is worth having that you didn't have to work for? I owe my life to Mr. Benoit... you were an honest breath of fresh air, when I needed it. You helped me achieve the knowlegde and strength that I needed to achieve my goals. Although I no longer life in Ontario, I speak of your kindness and patience, and a wonderful place ,now known as The Sobriety Center... Thank you once again and may God bless and keep you all.
Patricia W.
N.W.T.
 I'd like to share a bit of my story with you all. I started drinking @ age 18, nothing much, maybe 2 or 3 times a month, when we all went out to dances. Then a few years later I settled down with a much older man who was really set in his ways. He loved staying at the local pub and drink his days away. So I thought...can't beat 'em... join 'em.So as time went by I started drinking more and more and finding ways to get my mother to give my child the attention and love she deserved. A couple of years of this, with major hangovers, and blackouts. We broke up because of me cheating(when I was drinking alone, I always felt lonely and would end up cheating). So another couple of years passed and although I wasn't drinking as often as I used to, the hangovers were getting worse and longer, the blackouts were happening even after just 1 or 2 drinks. I started talking to a family member about this who was in recovery and after several monthes of talking about it, I decided to quit. That was a friday, I went to my neighbors place that night and she convinced me(tormented me was more like it) to have a few drinks. So I said yes. They went down like water. The next day my mother brought home my daughter and almost sat in a huge day bed full of vomit. I felt embarressed and afraid, I didn't even remember much from the night before. I went to my first 12 step meeting that Saturday night , hangover and all, with my sponsor . That was 10 years ago last month. I have been sober since. I didn't hit the "famous rock bottom", but I knew I couldn't live like that anymore. I still went out with friends and we had good times, but because of the talk we all had about my addiction, they no longer tried to coax me into drinking. Before I started drinking I was a very outgoing person, I started to loose that along the way, I had to be half cut to leave the house. It took me about 8 monthes to even talk to someone strange in a club, God, it even felt weird talking to people I knew with my head no longer in the clouds. It got easier and easier. I gave myself the daily pep talk about living my life and remembering it. I love my life now, booze free and I met a wonderful man along the way also in recovery and I still go out every now and then, party with family and friends , but I no longer even think about having that first drink. It was just a matter of making a life style change. There are people out there ready and willing to help, just make the first step and admit what is wrong, take charge of your life again and make that call. God Bless you all.
Signed...A friend of the Sobriety Center
 I swear "a friend of Sobriety center", our stories could be one. I too, was a physical drunk... drank not because of problems or a difficult life, I drank to get drunk, I loved the taste of beer. I loved going out and dancing, talking to people.When I decided that the blackouts and hangovers were enough , I didn't want alcohol to take away the one thing I loved most, and that was going out and socializing with friends. I was strong and able to go out to social events and not drink. I talked to friends and family about my decision to quit and they stood behind me. Sure I have people that thought I was going to slip because I still went out, but I guess we were part of the few that can still do what we were doing and quit the habit. I know there are people out there that choose not to put themselves in a situation where they could be tempted, and I respect their decision but eveyone has different ways of coping/dealing with their addiction. I judge no one and I would hope that no one would judge me. I am very proud of my sobriety , I hold the last 7 years close to my heart. Good luck to you all. Blessed be. Jasmine C. , Toronto,ON.

 A poem by Miss. Tessier(Life Issues Counsellor @ Sobriety Center)

I am but a mirror, reflecting what is in front of me.
Drawing from my past to help those in my present.
Witness to everything reflected for others to see.

I remain unchanged though realities do shift.
Giving of myself to build up onothers life.
A tool, a device freeing a mind so it can lift.

Reflecting back to each who pass my way.
A caring, loving respect as to my own I gave.
With open mind and ear, really hear what they say.

In my past:I was there;no guidance, I was scared.
Some truths get you lost, some make you whole.
I was lucky, so to help others I dared.

This is who I am ,who I choose to be.
To fill a need, take a stand, be a friend.
To keep my soul and others free.

This is how I always felt.
Even as a child, unknowing
with giving kindness the whole world I dealt.

 Hi, my name is Tobi and I am a grateful recovering addict. Don't let the name fool you because I am in fact, a girl. My story goes something like this.

I grew up in an alcoholic home with a mother that was never home and a father that, even though he was never mean to me, still had all of the problems that went along with being an alcoholic. I loved my daddy, he was the most important thing in my life and I went everywhere with him.
When I was ten years old I started occasionally drinking with neighbor kids or whoever had the guts to steal the liquor from their parents, which wasn't hard to find. Even from a very young age I always drank to get drunk and if there wasn't enough to get me drunk, I didn't see a point in drinking.
Then, I fell into the world of drugs. I started off like most people, smoking a joint or two whenever I was with someone who had it. Marijuana became my life. I lived for it. I thought that was the only "cool" thing to do in my town and I of course, being the free-spirited, wild kind of person that I am, had to have as much fun as possible. Soon after, I had my first encounter with cocaine and I was off to a crazy start then because I loved it. It made me feel better that I had ever felt in my life. The next day, I was introduced to crystal methadrine, and that was even better.
Well, a lot of things happened that week, including being raped by the cocaine dealer that had introduced me to my new world. I became pregnant but due to my drug use, my baby, whom I named Angel, never came to term. I don't remember a whole lot more about life after that except for a lot of hard-core partying, drug-dealing, lying, stealing, cheating, humiliation, sickness, and confusion. I started losing all of my friends because nobody wanted to hang out with a Junkie that was in the back room shootin' up whatever anybody handed her, while everyone else was in the front room drinking and having fun.
I finally got so sick that I started flippin' out and I got sent 2,000 miles away from home, to Illinois, for inpatient rehabilitation. When I went into treatment I weighed 90 pounds and I was dying. I stayed in rehab for 7 months and when I got out I came to live with my sister. I am doing really good now and my life is headed in a positive direction. I have goals, hopes, and dreams now that I would never even think of giving up. I made a decision almost a year ago to fight for my life and to never let my addiction win and so far, I have succeeded. I will be celebrating 1 year clean and serene in November 1999, and I am happier that I have ever been. I am only seventeen, so, if I can do it anyone can.   Ottawa


 Hi, I am from Cape Breton, a once beautiful place, now taken over from prescription drugs. I would like to share my story to to be of an assistance to anyone out there who is suffering from any type of addiction. If one person will get sober or I can help one person in this world by sharing my personal story it will all be worth it. I myself has also dealt with an addiction, an addiction to a drug called Oxy Contin. I was brought up in a home by a mother who never once had anything nice to me, the only sanity I had was my father. When my parents divorced when I was 12 I was sent to live with my mother and thats when it started. I just tried Oxys as a recreational thing, maybe because everyone else was doing it, maybe trying to fit in, to be honest I dont know what went through my mind when I snorted that first pill. I did then the odd time here and there and then one day I woke up and did not feel right. I was then feeling what was called "Dope Sick" I was now powerless over this drug.I started using everyday, which then turned into all day. I was using 400 to 450 mgs a day and probably more if I was able to afford it. Also not only did I suffer from this addiction my boyfriend did as well. It was the 2 of us in the exact same state. We began stealing anything I could from anyone we could. When that was enough we started dealing drugs to pay for the other drugs and just ended up doing the drugs we were dealing. To even allowing a drug dealer to sleep on our couch if he would give me us a pill once a week. This went on for about 2 years. I was at a desperate, low, humilating state. But things got much worse, I became pregnant. I then said I was done with drugs I would not let this child suffer on my behalf. I immediatly checked into a detox facility and began my rehabilitation. I tried so hard to get my life back. I felt so good for once in my life I was able to feel good about myself. I went back to my house with my boyfriend who was still using but knew we wanted this baby. He got clean on his own he layed in bed for a month straight and finally things starting looking good. We were sober together. About a month of being sober I woke up in alot of pain. I was rushed to the hospital. I lost the baby. I felt like I could not do anything right. I felt like no matter what I did in life nothing would ever allow me to be happy. However, I still stayed sober I have not once relasped. I have been clean almost 3 years ( 3 years July 4th ) and I have a 5 month old baby and could not be happier. I am still with the same boyfriend we both are sober and sober together. We have a family. Being sober brought me back to life. I was at a state where I didnt care about life or being alive, but then being sober made me realize everyone has problems but not everyone uses drugs to escape those problems. I hope to be an addiction councellor one day to help those who suffer from addiction because it does not matter who you are, who your parents are, nothing matters, addiction can happen to anyone. I hope my story can help & thanks for letting me share it:)