Who We AreAllow us to introduce ourselves:
My name is Ginger and I am a recovering alcoholic. I hail from an ancestry of Irish drinkers and began drinking heavily in my early 40's to drown life's accumulated hurts, pain & failures.
Alcohol enabled me to numb my inability to deal with life on life's term, and soon, my need to drink became greater than my will power to control it.
In 6 years, I incurred 4 OUI's, 2 years in jail, attended countless court-ordered alcohol programs. I also lost my children, family, friends, and career.
In desperation, I finally admitted defeat and on November 14, 2004, I began my sobriety journey at the tables of AA in Lincoln, ME.
I just celebrated 15 years of sobriety, and my children, and now grandchildren, family and friends value me once again ... a gift of continued recovery.
I spent the next 18 years in and out of jails and prisons due to the things I did to buy drugs.
It never occurred to me, not for one moment, that I could be anything but an addict.
But in 1988, I was facing a lot of time, and I asked the judge to please give me a chance to go to rehab. She agreed and sentenced me Delancey Street, a long-term treatment facility which sort of "specializes" in treating hard-core, ex-convict addicts. It was one of those places which used to shave people's heads and where people would get yelled at, wear signs, and do dishes as consequences of bad behavior. While this was not the 28-day rehab I expected, the judge suspended a husky prison sentence, pointing out that if I left "even one day before the two years is up," I would do that sentence. I was there for 5 years, and it changed my life.
It turns out that long-term recovery IS possible for opioid addicts. I personally know more than 100 of them quite well.
I celebrated 31 years of life without drugs or alcohol last November. Life is good!
My name is Vel. I am a recovering alcoholic.
My drinking got out of control when I had a gastric bypass surgery. I swapped food for booze. In a few years, I started to drink early in the morning, before work at 3 a.m. I was a functional alcoholic. I never missed work in the first few years, until alcohol took over it took over my life.
My depression got worse. My health was going downhill. I was losing friends and family until one day I hit my bottom.
That day, I tried to run my truck off the road while driving 95 miles an hour in order to hit an 18-wheeler. I sat there and thought, "I need to change."
I knew I couldn't quit on my own. I knew I needed a rehab, so I was signed up to go to a rehab in Florida Recovery Center for 5 weeks.
Since then, I've been going to meetings. I've changed my people places and things, and I love the fact that I can think clearly know and I make good choices. Being an alcoholic has made me who I am today.