Beth‘s Story of Survival
My name is Bethany. I’m 24 years old. I’m a single mother to two beautiful boys. 5 and 2. I’ve spent the last year and a half of my life as a meth and heroin addict.
I had just divorced my ex husband and father of my children for cheating on me and my self esteem was so low. I met a guy a few months later who swept me and my children off our feet.
We hooked up that first night and then he never left. He didn’t have a car, job, and was hardly with his children.
But I was blind. I was stupid. I was desperate.
He was and probably still is a raging addict. He sees nothing wrong with his ways. He put his hands on me multiple different times and shared the gift of addiction with me.
I tried drugs for the first time with him August 8th.
Here’s what nobody ever tells you. Drugs are fun. Like, really fun. Until they aren’t anymore.
Until you’re up for days, losing your mind, losing your kids, losing your car, losing your home.
I lost my kids on March 28th, 2019. My babies, my world, my purpose.
I had already given up everything for that bag. Chasing that dragon. But without me even really knowing, I had given up on the lives I gave life too.
My kids were placed into Foster Care and that was the end for me. Or at least I thought it was. I went on a binge. I didn’t wanna stop. I couldn’t stop.
HE wasn’t ready. I didn’t think I could live without him. And at some point he had become just as important to me as that bag.
I placed everything in the world over my kids.
Today I’m 160 days clean.
Today, I’ve completed rehab & I’ve passed every drug test thrown my way.
On June 21st I chose myself. I chose my sobriety. I chose NA. I chose my kids.
On June 21st I entered into Recovery.
On August 11th I was baptized and I shed the sins of my addiction.
Today I still make amends because I hurt countless people during active addiction.
Today, I’m a mom.
Today I have my babies.
Today, I’m a Grateful Recovering Addict and I couldn’t feel more blessed.