I spent some time exploring myself at this point and trying some new things. My sponsor had some medical issues and got on pain killers. I had to watch his slow downfall back into addiction, so now I felt like I was on my own in this thing a bit. The one person who knew …
My sponsor came to visit me in the hospital after he heard the news. He was the only person outside of my family who cared. I couldn’t really talk to my family and tell them everything that was going on with me without hurting them further. I tried once and watched as the tears welled …
When I arrived in Charlotte, I went to my first recovery meeting in a giant pink church. I called it the Mary Kay church. The group was small and I don’t remember much about what was discussed. After the meeting one of the guys came up to me and gave me his number. He told …
I had made a new friend who was of legal drinking age at this point, so he became my go to for alcohol and now became my roommate. He was working a bird farm at the time and was staying in a trailer on the property. We both stayed there a while drinking the nights …
3 months in boot camp prison had done wonders for me. I was in vastly better shape physically. Eating and exercising on the regular, plus eight hours a day of swinging an axe clearing forestry will do that. They taught me about routine, responsibility and teamwork. Its amazing how little sympathy you get from people …
I spent the next 6 months getting back into high school, going back to church, getting a job, and generally trying to get my life in order. But I just wasn’t fit for society at this point. I was doing well in classes, but I couldn’t abide by the rules. I was involved with the …
The plan was relatively simple. Break into my parents’ house, take their credit card, and wire ourselves some money before they wake up. We would be gone before they knew what happened. We hadn’t accounted for the fact they were on vacation and had taken all their cards with them. When we got inside, we …
Up to this point I figured I was just a bad seed, a black sheep. While I tried to maintain some standards of behavior, my conscience was slowly dissipating into the background to be locked away. Petty thievery was just a standard practice to keep the party going. Drugs and alcohol were just a part …
My first year on the east coast was pretty tame. I had no friends and was going to a school that was miles away due to zoning. So I filled my time with church, riding my bike around town, and got into video games. I was doing fairly well in my first year of high …
After my sister’s death, I no longer had any fear of what I considered to be wrong or evil. I was still forced to go to church, but I no longer believed in any of it. I went to hang out with friends, and I finally saw that a large number of the other kids …