“It started with pain pills I got after getting hurt at work. At the time, I was taking care of my mom, my little brother, and my two sons (16 and 13). The pills made me feel like I could get through it.
When I couldn’t get more, I started using heroin. Things went downhill fast. I lost my apartment and got separated from my kids. Then their dad died from an overdose. My son texted me: “Mom, we lost pops. We can’t lose you. We need you to get help. We have nobody else.” That was heartbreaking because I didn’t think they knew.
I went into treatment and haven’t looked back since. It has been truly amazing. I want to break the cycle: my brother and I struggled, and so did my parents – and I don’t want that for my kids. I’m trying to make up for lost time.”