When I made the decision to trust my social worker in the psychiatric unit, the bondage of active addiction lost its control over my life.I was 26 years old and desperate.  It was my second hospitalization in a month,  and I had very little direction in life and hope for the future.

Alcohol had been the magic elixir for the better part of the 90’s. Every form of entertainment and enjoyment in my life – involved some form of partying.   Now, I had zero options left.  This was my second stint into the mental health system in my 20’s -I had no idea how I would ever live.

“You need help.  Raise your hand.  Tell the outpatient that you are ready and willing to accept their help.”

Those were my social worker’s instructions, and I listened.   Starting from that point, to an intensive MICA program – my life has transformed one day at a time.  I chose to listen to my Angel instead of my addiction.