Monday, May 16, 2011

Help and hope...finally

In 2009, after being out of prison for a couple of years, my life began spiraling downward again. I got caught up in a new case and was facing a whole bunch of jail time. I did something I’ve never done before. I asked the judge for help. She was shocked that no one had ever offered to help me, and so she gave me a second chance. I spent 45 days at Matt Talbot House (a residential treatment facility for people with substance abuse problems), where I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and schizoaffective disorder because of my drug use. 

I realized I had a problem when everything I touched and came in contact with, I destroyed. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. Using needles so often drained me. Physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually, I was beaten down to nothing.

At Matt Talbot, I got unconditional love and they didn’t even know me. If I wouldn’t have gotten caught, I would not be here today. It was a blessing in disguise.

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