4 Years of Sobriety

"Strength doesn't come from what you CAN do, 

It comes from OVERCOMING things you 

once thought you couldn't."

On August 3, 2014 I celebrated my 4 years of sobriety! I've been reflecting a lot on my journey to get here, and thought that I would share some of it. 

I've written and rewritten this trying to figure out exactly how much of my story I'm ready to share with the world and realized 4 years later I'm not ready for everybody to know the details of the darkest time of my life. There are some things that I can share, though.

In the beginning I thought that Adderall would make me smarter, thinner, and better in every way. And, for a while, it did. I got good grades and I lost weight. I even made more friends than I had before starting. It didn't take long, however, for me to lose everything. I developed an eating disorder, I started self-harming, and I went into a deep depression. I got angry and frustrated with school and stopped going to most of my classes. I sunk into a depression so deep that I didn't want to live anymore. I attempted suicide several times, and have been told by doctors I really shouldn't be here anymore. I was obsessed with the idea of being the best, but it's hard to accomplish things when you aren't able to think straight. 

Nobody knew about my drug use, but it's hard to hide an eating disorder and how depressed I was so I ended up being put into a treatment center. I had a real prescription for adderall, so for about a month I was able to get my prescribed amount while there. However, fearing that it may be feeding my eating disorder they ended up taking me off of it. So for a long time I would sneak it in, getting sober enough to pass tests after home visits. Instead of working on my problems as much as I should have been it became mostly about how I could hide it. I wasn't getting necessarily getting 'high' while in treatment, but felt I couldn't getting completely sober. I would maintain myself on drugs and work on my other problems. 

I was let out of treatment after about 9 months and put into a girls home because my treatment team didn't feel like I could succeed at home. I was seeing the same therapist and saw her about once a week.     

   

However, without a prescription for adderall it was becoming hard to maintain and I had already decided to start using again. I started doing heavier drugs during this time, and was only able to stay out of treatment for two months. I got put back in on Christmas Eve. I had started self-harming again and not eating. This time when I went back in, though, I admitted to using drugs. I finally started working on what was the missing piece in my treatment. I got out of treatment shortly before my 18th birthday, and went home this time against the wishes of my doctors. They were pushing for me to go into the state hospital for further treatment, but I was able to convince my family that I would do fine at home.
Recovery at home wasn't easy. I started seeing a terrible therapist who didn't believe in eating disorders and told me I needed to pray more. I felt like I would die without drugs. Every day was a struggle to even get out of bed and function. Some days I wasn't able to get out of bed at all. I felt like I would die without it, but knew the depression from before. I knew the misery and loneliness I felt while using and felt that I would rather die than use. That is not to say that I didn't relapse at all. Recovery wasn't just a point in my life where it was clear and I just did it. I relapsed several times after treatment. Every time I knew I could die, but it was the only way of life that I knew. Drugs, my eating disorder, and self harm was all I knew for handling emotions. It takes a while to grow out of that. 

All I can say now is that it has been worth it in every single way to get sober. Overcoming these things was the hardest thing I have every had to do. Some days I still think about them, and it is still a struggle. I owe it to myself and my family to stay sober. I started dating my now husband when I was a year sober, and he has been with me through these struggles. It hasn't been easy for either of us, and I am thankful every day for the things he has helped me with. We have the most amazing little boy, and looking into his face I know I owe it to him to give him a mom who is there in every way for him. I can't do that when caught up in illness. Love for my family has finally pulled me completely away from this lifestyle. I'm a bigger weight than I want to be and instead of doing the things I thought I would be for now I am a stay at home mom, but the funny thing about it is that I'm happier than ever. Recovery didn't look like what I thought it would, but it's beautiful and worth it. 

I know this blog post is kind of chunky and parts don't flow well, it was hard to put into words my memories in a way I was comfortable with. I knew I wanted to share, just not exactly how or what I would share. Thank you for taking the time to read this.