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Only 12 months ago, the 36-year-old was told she had just a year to live. Image credits: theaddictsdiary #3 12 Months Clean Today (27 August)Ī prolific thief has turned her life around with the help of a neighbourhood officer after being told she had just 12 months to live.Ĭaroline Best was a heroin and crack cocaine addict and has spent the last 15 years in and out of prison, due to shoplifting to fund her addiction. I’m humble, because I set my pride aside and asked for help. But, the emptiness inside was always there until I went to rehab on 5/27/19. Today, I am 78 days sober. I was the arrogant know-it-all type and I was quite angry, for what reason, I still don’t know. Last year I was smoking crack on a daily basis. I developed an addiction while competing in bodybuilding. I was raised by a fantastic family and there were no signs of this upcoming battle while growing up. I was in prison for 14 months in the state of Ceara in Brazil. I have been battling addiction since I started steroids when I was 19-years-old. Image credits: Nikilynn0125 #2 I’m A Living Example That Even Though I Went To Hell And Back, There Is Still Hope Support is imperative, and not using dope no matter what happens If a junkie like me can do it, anyone can. I post this to hopefully give hope to any of my fellow imgurians that struggle with addiction. I’m proud of the person I am today, and I never thought I’d say that. I own a home, a car, have a family, friends, a great job, and most importantly – peace. The picture on the right is me today at 45 years old. This isn’t about willpower, weakness, or bad judgment.
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I found a spark of hope, and eventually recovery. I didn’t believe any of it would work for me, but I didn’t want to use anymore. To avoid prison, I went to yet another rehab. I felt hopeless and would pray to God to die in my sleep every night. In the end, I was homeless, a thief, derelict, degrading myself, not bathing or taking care of simple hygiene. While on a cocktail of that, pills, and whiskey, discovered a windshield with my face. The picture on the left is me at 22 years old, already in my first methadone clinic.