Alex is a member of the Carolina Recovery Program at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and lives in a sober living facility..
I remember the moment everything changed. I was eight, and my dad didn’t look back and wave at me as he walked across the lawn to get in..
I still remember the look in my mother’s and father’s eyes when I tried to explain to them that I would be smoking weed for the rest of..
My name is Ginny, a proud parent of Jared, a recovering addict. Our troubles began when Jared was in high school. There were many warning..
From a very young age, I remember having a feeling that something was inherently wrong.
My name is Rick and I am an alcoholic. Nine words that took 40 years and thousands of bottles to penetrate the hazy façade I had created..
I am a married man with a wonderful wife and three great children, whose ages as of today are 28, 26 and 24. We live in a community where..
On a warm spring morning, overlooking the industrial maze of the Port of Los Angeles from my high school, I spoke to the graduating class..
My life began like any other child of the early 90’s. I was born in Kirkland, Washington, to a loving family. My father worked hard and..
It was a beautiful day at the beach. My wife and I were lounging in our beach chairs while our younger children were playing in the surf. A..