. . . At the end of my addiction I was given a last chance at life. I was spiritually dead already, so if the drugs didn't kill me, the lifestyle eventually would. I guess you could say I had a tiny spark of hope because I turned that spark into an inferno. I became a resident at Sisters Place.

I was given some tools to aid me in my new beginning. I didn't have to worry about a place to lay my body at night. I had been given a place I could call home. I could reunite with my children, my family.

I attended groups to share about my addiction. I was given access to groups to learn how to enter society. I was encouraged to keep my head up. I was shown how I could begin to heal myself, laugh again, respect myself and others. I began to nurture my spirit. I found joy in the simple things in life. I was living and enjoying life finally without the use of a chemical. A dream I never thought was attainable.

Sisters Place had faith in me and believed my life was worth a chance.

The recovery, supports, staff, and contributions that have been made available to me are priceless gifts that I can only repay in my actions, words, and lifestyle. I have currently been given the opportunity to give back what has so freely been given to me by working as an intern for a non-profit organization for females and children who have also lost their way and desperately need a second chance at life. I am a teacher/counselor and I'm planning on attending Carlow University to become a certified addictions counselor, then attain a B.A.

The blessing is, experience has been my best teacher. And I love working in the recovery field. If I can save one life, one child, one family, it will all have been worth the struggles and pain I lived through to be where I am today.

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