Hi, my name is Joseph. My journey oftentimes feels like a long one. As I look back at the past few years of my life, it becomes clear to me that I was much harder on myself than I had to be. It is also very clear that the suffering I experienced was a direct result of my dependence on drugs and alcohol. Throughout my teen years, drugs and alcohol became a safe haven for me. They brought me to a place of artificial peace, or relief. If drugs and alcohol had not done so much for me, they could have never done so much to me. I also realized any and all joy I experienced during these times, correlated with my periods of sobriety.
My name is Pamela. I am a white, educated, 50-year-old widow, mother of 4, and also a grandmother. The reason I am telling you all this is because disease does not care how old you are, what color you are, what gender you are or what age you are. There is no ‘typical’ drug addict – it can happen to anyone, so there is no shame in seeking treatment, at any age.
My name is Kathryn. I am 24 years old, and I am a recovering alcoholic. Today I am recovering, and I am a functioning member of society thanks to Destination Hope.
Before I came to DH, I was very lost and felt alone. I wandered into dangerous situations to capture the instant gratification that I was searching for. I was an empty shell, putting on a different mask, according to whom I was around. My therapists and the girls around me helped me discover who I really am, under the mask. We all came together to support one another, relate to their stories, and release old hurts.