I started using meth at the age of 20. It was all that mattered to me. My relationships weren’t healthy, my mental health was in shambles, and I started losing everything. After I lost custody of my oldest kids, I dug myself into a deeper hole. I got pregnant again and was in legal trouble. I went to treatment but relapsed a couple of weeks after my daughter was born. I did not want to lose custody of another one of my babies.
I was admitted to Wellcome Manor where my daughter joined me a week later. I started intentionally doing the work, and not just because someone else was telling me to. I wanted it this time and was willing to do whatever it took. My daughter and I called Wellcome Manor home for a little over 6 months. I’m eternally grateful for the time I spent there and the connections and friendships I made. I was able to learn a lot about myself, about the kind of mom I want to be and heal from the trauma I used to ignore. I’m thankful for the opportunity to have my daughter with me and can be present with her.
Today I’m almost 10 months sober, have custody of my daughter, and am completing old goals and making new ones. I have a serenity that I’ve never known before, which I absolutely believe is due to clearing all the yuck that I’ve carried for a long time. I still definitely struggle, but I’m able combat it with continued therapy, outpatient treatment that I just completed, and keeping healthy people close to me. I now know anything’s possible.