I once thought you were a beautiful thing, you brought me bliss and numbed my feelings, but you have been exposed for what you really are. You’re a leach, a nightmare. You sucked the light out of me.

Dear addiction,   First off, I want to say that you’re a d—. I was doing really good before you took over my life. I had a state job, a car, my own place, lots of friends, my family loved me and always wanted me around. I was in school and had a 4.0 GPA. I was happy, I took my dog on walks every day. I spent my money on clothes and makeup and actually saved some too, but then slowly but surely you took over more and more. First you just poked your head in every now and again.

Til death did us part, I knew I needed you and you would be there for me. always…but in the same sense you were the sickness, you were also the cure. You made death even sound sweet.

Dear Heroin, This letter is to formally tell you goodbye. I was more loyal, faithful, dedicated, and infatuated with you then I have ever been with anyone in my life. You were my first thought waking up the morning and my last thought in bed at night. There was never a distance far enough to keep me from you. I have never had anybody who I know I could always depend on – I never had anyone that was always there waiting to embrace me with open arms, on questions asked. With you, I could be myself, it didn’t matter if I was at my best of my worse,

This program gives me the opportunity to feel safe while building my life back, with the support of some really great people

My name is XXX. I grew up in a middle-class family. From the outside looking in, the world may have seen me as an alright kind of girl, but from a very young age – I battled with depression and anxiety. From the time I was an infant until I was 6 years old, my older sister and I lived with our grandmother. My mother was battling with her own addiction throughout her young adult life, which I didn’t know at the time was the reason I was living with my grandmother. My mother came in and out of my life until my sister and I went to live with her when I was six,

atTAcK addiction has given me the opportunity to start over and get a second chance

I am 19 years old. I started smoking weed when I was 12 years old. I started taking Adderall at 14 years old and started heavily drinking at 16 years old. When I was younger I always knew that I would try every drug at least once. Little did I know that I would be a drug addict. I tried Xanax for the first time when I was 16 because I would have panic attacks. I fell in love. I started turning tricks at 17 years old because of how enticing the money was. In my journeys I met a guy that introduced me to crack.

The atTAcK addiction transitional house has given me hope that there can be life during recovery

I started drinking at a young age. I used alcohol as a way to fit in with people. It soon turned into something I did by myself just to feel something other than my current situation. When I moved in to my first apartment my drinking got worse. I figured that I was an adult with my own home so I should be able to do what I wanted. As a result of my drinking my son suffered. I did spend a lot of time with him on his school work. He saw me at my worst as the years went by.

I feel so blessed to be given another chance and opportunity to work on myself, my recovery and my life

I started using drugs at 9 years old. Today, at 35, I am still struggling with addiction. At 9, I smoked weed and tried cocaine. Most kids my age weren’t trying drugs, but I was curious. I saw family members using drugs and I wanted to see how they would make me feel. I loved it. The drugs took me outside myself, which is what I wanted. I was dealing with things that most 9 year olds couldn’t even imagine. I didn’t want to feel – and the drugs helped me escape. I continued to smoke weed and snort cocaine throughout my pre-teen and into my teenage years.

Not only am I clean from drugs, but I’m learning to take better care of myself

I am a heroin addict. I’m from Wilmington and before moving into the atTAcK addiction transitional house, I was living with other addicts. I was on the clinic taking methadone – I didn’t have the craving to use, but being around drugs everyday made it feel impossible to say no. Feeling helpless, I talked to my counselor at Connections. She told me about the atTAcK addiction transitional house. I was told that I needed to go to treatment first and I would get in, so I did. It was the best thing I have done in a long time. I have been here almost two weeks.

I just wanted a chance to start over

Without God brining the atTAcK addiction transitional house into my life, I can honestly say that I may not be here to write this letter. I have been struggling with my addiction for a long time and over the past three years I have lost myself. Before I came into this house, I was on a path of complete self-destruction. Nothing mattered, besides drugs. I slept on a park slide every night for 6 months. Every morning the first and only thing that crossed my mind was getting high and feeling better. My life was consumed by my addiction. I broke the law every day to get what I needed.

This is a beautiful house that I am so grateful for

I am an alcoholic. I was at Kirkwood Detox when I was welcomed by Ashley to come and stay at the atTAcK addiction Transitional House to work on my addiction and get my life back in order. Since I’ve been here the staff has been very supportive and kind to me. They make me feel at home. While I’m here I am completing my DUI classes which is helping me with my alcohol problem as well as being able to listen and talk about my problems. Going to outside meetings and being able to talk to different people to reflect about the kind of person and life I was living has really helped me.

I may be an addict for the rest of my life, but that doesn’t make me any less of a person to the rest of the world

My addiction started when I was 14 years old. I started out using, what I thought were non gateway drugs, marijuana and alcohol. Soon afterwards my mothers boyfriend gave me my first pill, an OxyContin 80mg which resulted in me falling asleep at a gas pump at the WaWa on route 40. Of course it didn’t end there. Most people would have probably gotten the picture after that, but I didn’t.
 
A couple of weeks later my mother gave me my first blue bag of heroin and a hit of crack cocaine to follow.