Voices for Recovery
I had my last drink/drug on January 15, 2002. My boss was very supportive when he found out I had a problem. He allowed me to work part-time while doing outpatient therapy. I have gone from being told I was a piece of doo to being told, "darn fine job", most days. I'm proud to say my grandkids have never seen me loaded and they live with me now. They are 5 and 9.