Amelia H.’s Story
Drugs Were a Way of LifeI was an alcoholic of the desperate and destitute variety. I was living and working each day for the sole purpose of getting messed up enough that night to stop feeling anything at all. I would stumble or swerve home after a bender and crash into bed, only to wake up and do it again the next day. I was an emotional black hole, taking time, money, and energy from anyone who got close to me. I was spiritually bankrupt and I was a slave to my addiction. I lived to get loaded, and I got loaded so that I could continue living my life the only way I knew how. I was hopeless and miserable. I didn’t know what to do.
At 27, I had enough. I knew the curse of the Twenty-Seven Club, those dozens of artists, musicians, and celebrities who died at age 27 due to complications from drug addiction or alcoholism. Unwilling to depart this world at the same age as Kurt Cobain, Amy Winehouse, or Jimi Hendrix, I made the decision to pack all my belongings in suitcases and boxes, take that month’s rent money, and buy a one-way ticket back to my hometown. I walked through the doors of a Twelve-Step Fellowship that same day, and I have been sober ever since.
Life has been a wild ride since August 2, 2012. I’ve had my fair share of bumps in the road. Although I got sober thinking my life would be all sunshine and rainbows from then on, it’s been anything but perfect. I’ve loved and lost, watched people grow in their sobriety, and watched people turn back to booze and end up dead. But through it all, I haven’t thrown away my most prized possession: my sobriety.
~ Amelia H., WA