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When I was nine years old, I had an experience with God that changed my life. He met me in such a sweet and tangible way and my faith became my own. I decided then to be a Christian because I had met Christ, and because I wanted to be. The hope of this moment was so impactful that it has shaped every day of my life since. This Hope was the anchor that steadied my soul as I moved into my teenage years and continued to battle with an unknown enemy living in my mind.

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Beth Leipholtz has been sober for over six years now. She enjoys sharing stories about her recovery journey on many popular online media outlets as well as on her own blog, Life to Be Continued. When I got discharged from the hospital later that morning, I still had a blood alcohol content of .16.

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• It was the catalyst that led me to surrender.
• It made me feel powerful, like I was unstoppable.
• She finds peace in activities like reading and going to the gym, which help calm her mind.
• But waiting for them to be ready is excruciating.
• Our hope is that it will give you hope for your future….

And when it does, all of the light and all of the darkness that lives inside of me will come spilling out in this beautiful, colorful mess. And I’ll scoop up that mess, and I will share bits and pieces of it with the people around me who need it most, and they will be a little more real too. At some point during my late teenage years, it dawned on me that doing these things was not “normal”. I slowly began to believe that I was the only person on earth who had ever experienced this. It terrified me and made me feel incredibly alone, so I subconsciously decided to do everything I could to hide this thing. Somewhere between preschool and early elementary school, I developed a fear of swallowing my food.

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• Anna Mable-Jones, age 56, lost a decade to cocaine addiction.
• Success means to me means building upon my strengths and moving forward in my life.
• Your story can also demonstrate that treatment works and recovery is possible.
• Post-treatment, Tony’s life has seen remarkable changes.
• He first used cocaine in the 1970s as a way to feel less alone and not be so inhibited.

Post-treatment, Tony’s life has seen remarkable changes. He has rebuilt trust and relationships with his family, his health has improved, and the financial strain caused by his substance use has been lifted. He made a crucial career shift, moving from the restaurant industry to an office job, a change that supports his long-term recovery.

I was involved in a long list of sports, and choir, and student government. I began to develop an external image within my social and community circles, and this image became very important to me. I was the “nice girl” and the “good girl” and the “dependable girl”. My family was known in our community and our church, and I stepped into the role of “perfect” so seamlessly that I even fooled myself.

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I was disoriented and unaware of what had happened the night before, but I knew it couldn’t be anything good. After this, I have no recollection of the night. I’m told I went to the bar and somehow got in, even though I was underage. There, a random guy no one knew bought me shots. When the bar closed, friends tried to get me to go home with them but I refused, insisting on walking home myself. I must have gotten turned around somehow, because the police found me passed out on the sidewalk nowhere near my apartment.

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