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I knew as soon as I got out of that cell I was running back to a crack pipe. She knew this was a terrible idea and so did I. I asked my public defender to request I be released on house arrest. What happened while sitting in that jail cell is complete Divine Intervention. I want to tell you that I had a bright idea that I would seek help and live a better life, but what happened to me is beyond what I could do for myself. I want to tell you that I had a revelation and swore off drugs for good. Where the guards asked me how I have been since my last visit like they were the doormen of my building. My drug addiction completely consumed my life. It was all I thought about and all I did. My whole existence was centered around how I could get the next high. I shot heroin during the day and smoked crack all night. I say it was crack cocaine but the truth is I would take anything and everything I could to escape from life. I knew even then my chances of escaping this jail cell and returning back to the personal prison I was held captive in on the streets was minimal.
I knew it was going to be a long wait until my court date. I knew that my drug addiction was killing me, and killing my family yet my only thought was about getting out of jail to go get high. The charges were piling up, new charges on top of violations of probation, and no bail set because I was picked up on a warrant for the violations. I had a 9 years old son that was coming to visit me, he knew at least if mommy was in jail he could see her because when I was on the street I was nowhere to be found. I knew this time I was going to be there for awhile. I was 30 years old and sitting in a jail cell – AGAIN. This is my personal recovery story, this is how I found hope in a hopeless place. I would never agree to drug rehab, I never wanted to get help. Recovery Stories – How Drug Rehab Changed My Life Beach Baptism at JC Recovery Center How Drug Rehab Changed My Life