I used to think that I was the oldest drug addict in the world at age 36. I realized that I had a serious problem with speed. I had begun hearing voices and was paranoid most of the time. The drug had stopped working or so it seemed. I was very afraid and did not know what to do.

 

I thought that they would put me into an institute and I would never be allowed to see my children. When I kept telling my husband that THEY knew he wanted to know who and I always said THEM. THEM being the voices in my head.

 

Call it divine intervention call it drug induced psychois I really don’t care but what I am about to tell you is the truth. I was a mother of two wonderful girls and the day that I woke up and realized that I had a two-year-old daughter that I could not remember. I know I had reached the bottom.

 

I did not know what recovery was, I did not know what to do to stay clean but I did know I wanted to stop because I was sick and tired of being angry, paranoid and lonely.