I thought I was going to die.  In reality, I wanted to die.  As I lay on a strange bed in a motel, a television emitting useless noise in the background, I experienced firsthand the hopelessness that accompanies addiction—a sense of detachment, void of feeling or caring what the next hour, day or week might bring. ...

I have been an addict since the age of 17, and I arrived at Grace House as a hopelessly lost soul.  I lost the fire that most people have burning inside of them to live healthy and productive lives.  Once it had burned out, it left behind the desire to chemically fix the longing for something to fill the hole I felt growing...

My addiction led me to places that I never thought I would go: jail, living on the streets and no contact with my family or loved ones.  I came to Grace House homeless, hopeless and helpless.  I had nowhere to go, but I knew that I never wanted to live that way again.  I was given another chance.  I knew deep down that...