I started using meth at 13 years old. By the time I was 18, I was shooting up every day. I never knew what I was getting myself into. I wasn’t like other drug addicts, meaning I thought I was functioning, because I went to work every day under the influence. I thought it was ok. I didn’t learn it was a problem until I landed on probation for an unrelated crime. I was given the choice of going to trial and maybe getting 10 years to life in prison, or I could take a deal to get 42 months probation. I was 19 years old! I took the plea deal, and had to change my life around to avoid prison. I did alright. I made it almost a year on probation before my first relapse. All they did was give me more U.A.’s a month. That only worked for a few months because I learned ways to get high in between U.A.’s. I built up enough trust to be allowed to move to my family’s house in Denver for a better job, which I came to find out was only going to feed my addiction.
I moved to Denver and got a good job working the graveyard shift with my little brother. It wasn’t long before I was using again at work. I started off with it being a weekend thing, which didn’t last long. I had to keep using because I didn’t sleep on my days off, so in order to make it to work, I needed more drugs. I eventually quit this job because I wanted to move to Colorado Springs. But the cycle just kept repeating. I’d get a job and start using, then quit and start over. I did this for several years until I ended up under a bridge at Nevada and I-25. I only wanted to get high, and that’s all I did. I met people down there that I began selling meth for, just so I could use again with no money. I met people I would steal from Walmart with, or rob places with them to feed my addiction. I worked my way up the ladder of trust and began working with the suppliers. It became a lifestyle.
I would stay awake for weeks at a time. I was shooting up several times a day. I began to change. I got paranoid every time I got high— I thought people were talking about me. I had voices in my head convince me to do things to people. I felt crazy. I tried stopping, but I always went back. I lost my job for sleeping through four days of work straight and didn’t even move or go to the bathroom.
I wanted to die when I wasn’t high, and I couldn’t handle my own emotions.
I tried again to stop using and I fell asleep behind the wheel and totaled my car... into an off-duty sheriff. I had drugs and needles with me, but someone must have had my back because the officers didn’t suspect drugs or alcohol were involved. They didn’t search my car, and they released me into my mom’s custody. I had to go to court again and they gave me community service.
I found myself at DCC working on the facilities team to complete my hours. I met Donald and Lisa and I began to share my story. The more I shared my story with them, the more they wanted to help me and give me advice. I went to every service and just worked, but I began meeting more people and sharing my story, and no one I talked to ever judged me for my past.
I learned about The Bridge recovery group and I started going to that, but I really thought I was going to use again after my hours were done. Before I knew it, I was 30 days clean and I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was waiting to relapse, so I spent all my free time at church, serving in the Garage, as an usher, and serving communion. I kept going to my groups. I began to realize God was the reason I was being pulled from my old lifestyle.
I found myself 6 months sober and really started feeling better. I knew I couldn’t stop what brought me here. I kept serving, kept going to my groups, and I kept meeting new friends. I wasn’t even thinking about drugs anymore. I chose to delete people from my Facebook and change my number. Before I knew it, it was December 3, 2018, and I finally hit that impossible 1 year of sobriety. I never saw my life in a different way.
I met my girlfriend at this church, and I’ve never been happier. I can’t wait to see where God takes me, because I have only Him and DCC for being my strength and I know I am forgiven. It’s the first time in my life I can say I’m not even waiting for a relapse. I’m ready to rescue like I was rescued.