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Success Stories and Testimonies from Recovering Alcoholics and Addicts


Travis

Travis' Testimony

Today I’m enjoying life living each day to it’s fullest. I’m always ready for opportunities to let God’s glory shine through my life, which is His. I still have day to day problems, but drugs and alcohol isn’t one of them. For I have been delivered. Let the redeemed of the Lord say so. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

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Travis' Testimony

My name is Travis, and I am a recovered addict. I have been rescued from the grips of addiction and restored back to sanity. I have suffered through the high cost of low living. Today, I am clean and sober with 11 years of recovery. Recovery is something that is acquired over time, not overnight. I accepted Christ into my heart at 9 years old. Even as a young child, I noticed some spiritual changes in my life. I was reaching out talking to God, and reading in His word from time to time. I began building a relationship with my Creator, but somewhere along the way I grew strong resentments. Growing up, I watched as my alcoholic dad abused my mother and they divorced when I was 12 years old. Not only did I play the blame game, I also used this separation to my advantage. I learned very early I could use and abuse my parents by manipulating them. This carried on until I reached the “know it all” age of 18.

I moved out and was given a house by my grandfather, which enabled me to live more for myself. I started throwing house parties with drugs and alcohol (alcohol is a drug). At age 21, I had successfully managed my cocaine addiction, but not my life. In and out of jobs and jail was the norm, and my life was ultimately based on how I could please “Travis.” Selfless living was nowhere in my sight, and walking with Christ was something that I never wanted to talk about. You see, “For a man to know to do good and to do it not, to him it is a sin” (James 4:17). I knew to do right, but I chose not to. I did this so many times I had developed a reprobate mind. This mind set twirled me in a deeper hole of addiction that I swore I’d never go. From needles to crack cocaine, I not only experienced drug use, I craved it and it was all I ever thought about. I started selling drugs to keep up my habits.

One day I was in my bedroom, and I had a box full of various drugs that sat on my nightstand. I also had a bible that my mom gave me sitting right beside it. I grabbed the bible and walked to the hall closet. I threw it as far to the back as I could. I didn’t have room for my drugs and the bible. One had to go, and I made my choice. A week later in my own house, I was face to face with a man gunning to take my life. With about four thousand in cash and various drugs, it was a drug deal gone wrong. I ran into my hall bathroom and pulled out my pistol. Fear overwhelmed me. I contemplated jumping out the bathroom window. I flushed the toilet and chambered a bullet simultaneously into my 9mm automatic pistol. I looked up with fear of losing my life and cried out to Jesus for the first time since I was 9 years old. “Jesus, I need you now more than ever… help me. I’m afraid of losing my life.” All of a sudden there was a great calming and a clarity like never before. He took me back within seconds in my mind, body, and Spirit. He showed me the way I had been living, and how far away I had gone. Then in that very moment, in that small bathroom I stood in agreeance with a right on time God and said; “I’m sorry”. He spared me my life, and the life of the man there to take me out as I watched him flee from the premises. Immediately the thought of that bible I threw into the back of my hall closet came to mind. I rushed and dug through a mound of clothes until I found it. I held it up with a pistol in one hand and a bible in the other and said “I’ll never leave You now! I’ll never leave You now!”

I contacted my mom that day, and she drove me down to a rehab called “Home With A Heart” in Liberty South Carolina. The lifestyle I lived had earned me a bed. I began to seek after the Lord during that time. Through His word, He began to reveal to me He had been there all along. He was giving me wisdom and knowledge of His will, and I thirsted for more. He was the one I cried out to in that bathroom, and He was the one that showed me my wrongs. He not only saved me from an early death, but forgave me in an instance for all I have done. I felt fear, but a Godly revering healthy fear. It became clear to me that my obligation to Christ was to serve Him. He saved me to serve. I was humbled, therefore, I was teachable. Home With A Heart was an eight week course. At this point, I felt like I had it all together so I trimmed it down to a six week course and left early. BIG MISTAKE! I was sober, but I had no recovery.

After leaving the rehab, I found a job and I was making sixty thousand a year. I was living in a new house with 2 new cars. Most would think from the outside looking in that I was on the right track. However, it wasn’t long before I found myself back to my old ways. This time I found a new low; crack cocaine, and anything I could put in a needle tore what life I had into shreds. The house had to be sold. I watched as a rollback wrecker came and took the cars away. Everything I had was lost to the pawn shop.

After it was all said and done I sat in an 8′ x 10′ prison cell with a “High and Aggravated Assault” charge which carried behind it a 10 year sentence. The third day in my cell, locked down, I was going through horrible opiate withdrawals (which lasted for 10 days). The attempts to get my mom to bail me out were null and void. She was happy where I was for she knew at least I was safe. On the same day there was a preacher that stopped by my cell door. He asked if I knew who Jesus Christ was and I replied “yes sir, I do.” He said “son, draw near to the Lord, and He’ll draw near to you.” Then he kicked a small New Testament bible under the cell door. I began to read that bible and started my amends with a loving God. He accepted me right back into His forgiving arms. I was in that jail cell for 67 days. I read the New Testament four times through, and led two souls (that I know of) to heaven. If you came by my cell we were talking Jesus, and that’s just all there was to it.

My mom bailed me out on day 67 on a Tuesday. I was scheduled to go to the “Overcomers” program (rehab) on Thursday. I had to pass a drug test before enrolling. In my mind I didn’t think I needed any program seeing how I just spent 67 days in jail. I also had been reading my bible, and I felt closer to God than before. I was sober. I was clean. Truth is, I was still the same man before I went into jail. I was sick. I had no recovery, no 12 steps, no program, no accountability. Within 3 hours of being bailed out of jail, I was taking shots of liquor and back to the crack house. So there I was, sitting in a hotel room, broke, busted, coming down from my high, and feeling like dying. I felt hopeless. I didn’t want anyone to know that I messed up once again. I tried staying clean “my way” for so long that I thought my way was the only way. That was my selfish thinking. I honestly didn’t want to get high, but it was all I knew. I knew how to get high, but I didn’t know how to stay clean. I was using against my will. I walked out the door to the balcony and decided to end it all. As I walked to the hand rail to jump off into the parking lot, I felt a calming peace clear as a bell. I recalled the morning devotion that I read in my jail cell early that week. It read something like this, “Come out on the limb with me says the Lord. For out on a limb with me is a safe place to be. Look at the view from here, but make sure you hold my hand. Now look back at the trunk of the tree, and see how far you have come, cause you have come a long way.“Right then and there I knew He wasn’t through with me. I felt a hope like no other. Even in the state I was in He still loved me. What a love I felt that day! Hallelujah!

That night I decided to cheat the drug test to get enrolled into the Overcomers program. Even after this huge revelation from God, and being out on a limb with Him, I still was trying to do things on the shady side. In my mind the only way to get into rehab would be my way, and I would have to cheat the test with someone else’s urine sample. In my mind, I’m trying to do good and seek help. The problem was, I started out on a lie. I also had another problem. I was more concerned about who in the world would give me some “clean” pee in a bottle. Everyone I knew were addicts like me. I didn’t know anyone that was clean. The first person that popped in my mind was a guy named Brett. Brett was a guy that constantly encouraged me through the toughest times. I worked with Brett. He was always talking about faith, and most of the time I couldn’t relate to him at all. He was a Christian and surely he would have a clean sample to give me. I called Brett and told him the whole story about how I messed up and God still loves me, and most importantly how I needed some clean pee in a bottle. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true. Brett came to the motel I was staying at that night. I watched from the balcony as he got out of his car and anticipated him holding a bottle, but instead, he was carrying a bible. I thought to my self, “oh Lord I don’t want to hear this.” I told Brett that I needed to pass this drug test so I can get into rehab. He didn’t even crack his bible, but this is what he said, “Go and tell them the truth, that you have messed up. Travis, have you ever thought about telling the truth?” WoW! It was as if Christ was speaking out of his mouth. Have I ever thought about telling the truth!? Well I haven’t until that moment. I realized that I had been a liar all my life. This was another high watermark in my life. A moment of clarity that would be remembered forever. Brett had me so pumped up on telling the truth that I couldn’t wait to take that test. I remember calling my mom and telling her that I wasn’t going to cheat the test, but I was going to tell the truth. She was ecstatic. Praising God over the phone, she cried and said it was the right way. The truth is always the right way, and I was doing something like never before. I was going to tell the truth for the first time in my life, and I knew God would honor it and enroll me into that rehab.

The next morning, mom picked me up from the motel and we headed to Greenville with a plan. Tell the truth and God will honor it. I walked in the rehab and told the truth and they said, “Sorry, but we have people waiting for that bed who are clean, and we cannot let you in.” I was extremely bummed out, but mom encouraged me letting me know that God was still in this. She found out about a rehab called AOJ (Arms of Jesus) campground, “Freedom Farm Ministries.” It was a safe house ran by a husband and wife team, Robbie & Rita Collie. It was a place for alcoholics and addicts to go if they didn’t trust themselves not to use, or if they couldn’t pass a drug test to get into a rehab. She didn’t even call them. She said “get in the car, we’re riding to Boone, NC.” I was not up for riding all the way to Boone, NC from Greer, SC on faith, in hopes that they would have a bed. That’s a looooong drive. As we started off my mom said, “We’re headed to the Mountain of God!” She had me looking out the windows for a rainbow. She said that would be a sign of God’s promises. I wasn’t feeling it to say the least. She was on some high octane spiritual stuff. Actually she was looking for confirmation, and we received none. It was a step of faith, and it had to be that way. The whole ride I was begging that she would at least call them, but she wasn’t budging. She knew that God honors steps of faith and we were taking a leap.

We arrived in Boone late that night and finally mom says “I think I’m suppose to call now!” Finally, I thought! There was no mobile service available at the time so we pulled over to a gas station to use their phone. Mom called and Robbie Collie answered. He said, “You’ve come a long way for nothing.“ She told him the whole story, that the Holy Spirit had told her to come, and I told mom to tell him that if he didn’t have a bed I would sleep on the floor. After hearing mom tell him the story, Robbie said, “Let me give you directions on how to get up here.” Mom hung the phone up rejoicing. She began jumping around the store passing out spiritual tracks to everyone in sight. There were some construction workers in the store that asked if she had won the lottery. She said, “No, it’s better than that.”

Right around 11 o’clock at night, Mom dropped me off way up a winding road in the mountains of NC. There was a double wide trailer full of addicts who welcomed me at the door. Mom told me not to come down from that mountain, and I said I wouldn’t. For I knew that I was right where I belonged. I was at home. I stayed at AOJ campground for the next 2 weeks. I spent Christmas there with a bunch of addicts and alcoholics. It was the best Christmas ever. Robbie Collie took all of us back to SC to a rehab called Faith Home. It was an 8 week course. I stayed 10 weeks. They didn’t teach me how to stay sober for that would be too easy. Don’t put the drugs in, and you’ll stay sober. They taught me much more than that. Something that’s life changing. They taught me how to live a selfless life as best as I could, one day at a time. Through bible studies, service work, and twelve step meetings, I learned that life isn’t all about me. Life is about what I can do for someone else. I have been given so much so that I would have something to give when I see someone in need.

Today I’m enjoying life living each day to it’s fullest. I’m always ready for opportunities to let God’s glory shine through my life, which is His. I still have day to day problems, but drugs and alcohol isn’t one of them. For I have been delivered. Let the redeemed of the Lord say so. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11



Stephanie's Testimony

My clean date is April 21st 2015. I have been clean for four years. Today I have a relationship with my daughter. I have my driver’s license back. I bought my first car at age 38. I have a job I love. I have the support of my family and my sisters in Christ. I recently married my best friend. Most importantly, I have the Holy Spirit to guide me. To God be all the glory. God did for me what I couldn’t do for myself.

Proverbs 31:25 “She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.”

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Stephanie

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Stephanie’s Testimony

Hello, my name is Stephanie Lee. I am a believer in Jesus Christ. I am recovering from grave addiction anxiety and then some. First, I want to thank God for giving me the words to share about my road to recovery.

I was born November 27th, 1978. My parents divorced when I was an infant. I grew up in a single-parent home with my mom visiting my dad every other weekend. I was raised in a hard-working, loving, Christian family. I can remember at a very young age having feelings of emptiness deep inside. Always feeling like an outsider. I felt like I didn’t fit in anywhere. I was sexually molested at a young age. I never told anyone about this incident. I was confused, embarrassed, ashamed, and afraid. I would just push those feelings deep down inside. Eventually, this led to more feelings of fear, anxiety, bitterness, and low self-esteem. I started to use food as a way to numb and feed my anxiety. I had no idea at that age how to process and cope with my emotions.

As I got older and into high school, I began to experiment with substances to cope with all my emotions and feelings. I thought at the time this was normal and everyone did this. I experimented with alcohol, marijuana, pills, cocaine, crack, and methamphetamines. You name it I tried it. My partying would continue through high school where I barely graduated and went on to get married. Throughout my marriage my use of narcotics continued up until I found out I was pregnant with my daughter in 1999. After giving birth to my daughter, Sydney, my drug use would gradually increase. In 2000, I would have the first of four surgeries. After having gallstones removed, I received my first opiate pain medication. A year later I had a breast reduction where I would get more pain medication. I had no idea then how addictive opiate pain medication was or that I was already addicted. Slowly I began to change. In a very short time frame, I would become a different person. I became a liar, cheat, and a thief. I had no integrity. I would do anything I had to do to get pills. It didn’t matter who I hurt in the process. I needed more, more, more. I was neglecting my responsibilities as a wife and a mother. In return my actions and behavior would lead to divorce and losing custody of my daughter at a young age. I moved out of the home and in with my grandparents. My daughter stayed with her dad. I received supervised visitation with random drug screens. Upon failing my drug screens, I would have been truly losing my visitation with my child.

In 2004, I had my first back surgery. This meant more opiates. Two years later I would have my second back surgery. My addiction was completely out of control. my disease had me believing I wasn’t an addict because I was prescribed the medicine by doctor. In July 2007 my world would change forever. I received some of the worst news of my life; my beloved grandmother had passed away. She was my hero. I spent a lot of time with her growing up. She was like a second mother to me. Shortly after my grandmother’s passing, I lost my favorite aunt Roberta to a brain aneurysm. Then shortly after my aunt passed, my grandpa passed away. All played a huge role in my life and in raising me. I was so filled with pain, grief, and anger. I had no idea how to deal with life or death except to numb my pain with drugs. My addiction would continue to spiral out of control. I would go deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.

For the next eight years I would find myself in so many situations that should have killed me. But God had other plans for me. I was in and out of jail. I’ve been in the crosshairs of drug deals gone wrong, totaling of cars, lost custody of my daughter, loss of driver’s license, a DUI, held at gunpoint, in and out of detox and rehabs, mental health facilities, and child support court. I was running away from anything and everything that got in the way of me and my addiction. Especially God! Soon, I would end up evicted from where I was living having a no trespass notice put on me. I was homeless with no place to go and no one to turn to. I had burned all my bridges. For the next two years I lived in a shady motel across from a truck stop. I was informed by the motel manager that I would be evicted in one week. I would be homeless again. I was so lost and alone. I was weak, defeated, and broken spiritually and emotionally. (2 Corinthians 12:9 — My Grace is all you need. My power works best in your weakness). I was at my rock bottom. This is where I would cry out to God. I got on my knees that night in an empty motel room and I prayed for God to help me get through the withdrawals. I prayed for God to lead me to the right help. The next morning I started calling rehabs and halfway houses. I had no insurance, so it had to be free of charge. My best friend, Courtney, had given me the number to a place called Healing Reign Ministry. I called and thankfully they were close by and they would have a bed available in a week. Healing Reign Ministry is where I would start my recovery journey. (Matthew 16:24 — Then Jesus said, “if any of you want to be my follower, you just give up your own way, take up your cross and follow me”.)

I arrived at Healing Reign Ministry on April 28th 2015. I was so nervous. Here I would meet other women just like me. For the first time, I wasn’t alone. Women that would become my sisters. I stayed at the recovery house for 4 weeks. Finally a bed was available at an inpatient rehab in Florence South Carolina called the Palmetto Center. I stayed there for 28 days. After graduating the program, I returned to Healing Reign for phase two of the program. Phase two taught me discipline and how to follow rules. I was being held accountable for myself and my actions as well as holding others accountable. I was introduced to Celebrate Recovery and Narcotics Anonymous. I would learn about sponsorship, the 12 steps, journaling, and getting a network of people I could call when I found myself wanting to use. Also, getting into a daily routine of praying and going to Church weekly. I got a job for the first time in years. I was learning to be a functioning member of society again. I stayed at Healing Reign for 18 months. I was one of the first to enter into phase 3 where I would be moving out of Healing Reign and into my own apartment with a roommate. after about six months into phase 3 I would graduate The Healing Reign Ministry program. The old me was dead and gone. The new me is blessed beyond measure. Putting God first and having that personal relationship is the key to my recovery. Trust God, put him first in everything and everything else will fall into place.

My clean date is April 21st 2015. I have been clean for four years. Today I have a relationship with my daughter. I have my driver’s license back. I bought my first car at age 38. I have a job I love. I have the support of my family and my sisters in Christ. I recently married my best friend. Most importantly, I have the Holy Spirit to guide me. To God be all the glory. God did for me what I couldn’t do for myself.

Proverbs 31:25 “She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.”

God bless,
Stephanie Lee



Sydney

Sydney’s Testimony

I was scrolling through some old photos tonight thinking about how much has changed for me in the past year! I just want to say THANK YOU JESUS for saving me from the pits of hell. I was 80 pounds soaking wet and my life was an utter disaster continuing to spiral out of control but, Jesus met me in the middle of my mess and I’m so grateful. Lately, I’ve been ashamed to say that I’m a recovering addict because of what people would think or say about me. I’m tired of being ashamed! Someone somewhere will need to hear my story one day!! So just for today, I am Sydney Mosley and I AM a recovering addict! I just had my one year anniversary in August 2019 thanks to the Lord and some good people! I AM REDEEMED! I AM WORTHY! I AM LOVED! #wedorecover

God is within her she will not fall. Psalms 46:5


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Susan’s Testimony

Hello everybody. I want to start my testimony by giving God all the praise and glory for allowing me to be standing here today because without His grace and mercy I would still be living among the walking dead. I was mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually bankrupt with little to no hope that I would ever be able to maintain sobriety without being miserable. I thought I would eventually die with a needle in my arm. But God had other plans.

My home life was typical. It was dysfunctional. My parents were hardworking and made sure my brother and I had what we needed and pretty much what we wanted. However, my parent’s relationship was volatile. At the age of 9 we left my dad and moved in with my mom’s new boyfriend whom would later become my stepdad. My stepdad was a drug dealer, my mom was now using and there was always a group of people at my house partying.

It was only a short time before I was introduced to drugs and alcohol by my stepfather. It would prove to be his secret weapon. The things that I learned as a child from the age of 5 until I was 15 would be the foundation for the destructive life that lay ahead. I learned that drugs were a way of life, a coping mechanism and a survival tool I desperately needed, that my body was an object and that anger was an acceptable emotion.

I kept my mouth shut and pretended nothing was wrong. I thought for the longest time that my house was normal. It was normal for people to be in and out and passed out; that everybody had the narcs kicking their doors in. As I got older I realized this wasn’t true and things started to get tougher for my brother and I. As a result, I was spending all my time with the family next door. My brother moved in with my dad. He tried to commit suicide 2 weeks later.

I told my secrets to my neighbor with the hope that they would rescue me. Instead, he used it as a free pass to have his way with me. I was done; I couldn’t take no more. I went to a friend and she reported it to the school. Soon I was in DSS custody. My mom stayed with my stepfather and my father did what he could but I was already so shut down, angry, bitter and full of hate with the attitude nobody was going to tell me what to do and I can take care of myself.

I was constantly running away, started prostituting, hitchhiking cross country with truck drivers and staying with older men. Going to jail, drug rehabs and mental hospitals started to become routine for me. My life was reckless and had no real purpose. I didn’t care about myself or anyone else for that matter. All that mattered was my drug of choice and how I was going to get high. After 35 years of being a junkie, meth and heroin brought me to my knees. I was walking in such darkness, I wanted to die and it is only by God’s grace and mercy I have been saved. I have been robbed at gunpoint twice, shot at several times, survived countless OD’s and car wrecks.

I entered treatment yet once again in hopes it would work. After rehab I went to transition where I met some great godly women. I was involved in attending church and Celebrate Recovery. I got a job; had periods of sobriety; everything in my life was positive and I had no reason to be so unhappy but I was in such bondage of self and consumed with shame from my past. Romans 7:18 “For I know that nothing good dwells within me that is in my flesh for I have the desire to do what is right but not the ability to carry it out.” I wanted so badly to be different but had no idea how to achieve that. I had people in my life that were trustworthy that cared about me, loved me and wanted only the best for me, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t know how to accept it. I made the choice to get high. Within 4 short months I lost 2 jobs, had a trip to the psych unit, OD’d twice, was asked to leave my apartment, was down 40 lbs. and hopeless.

My friends never stopped loving me but they didn’t enable me and had to set boundaries with me which is something I’ve never had before. Once again I was sick, exhausted and still broken. I decided to go back to detox. A friend found me a bed at Solus Christus, some farm in N.C. I wasn’t real happy but I was too sick to argue and I knew my friend was right. I needed long term treatment. So I went and within a few weeks I was coming to Renewal.

I was eager for change from the very beginning but I wasn’t convinced it was possible. I started to seek God like never before. “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be open to you” Matthew 7:7. I asked God to give me an eagerness to learn His word, to give me an open mind and a want to change and He did. I decided I was going to do everything different; that I was going to have to change every part of my life.

Most of my life I walked in condemnation and felt ashamed and guilty. I thought I was unworthy, unlovable, not good enough and disposable. I was self-reliant, prideful, arrogant and hateful. My heart was hard and full of unforgiveness. I was insensitive, angry and bitter. I was full of fear, insecure and emotionally detached. “BUT GOD!!” “If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has gone and the new has come” 2 Corinthians 5:17.

I started to build my strong foundation, I started to find self worth, to forgive myself and look at my core issues. I realized that I had been living out lies from the devil; that I had been conditioning myself and I would never achieve freedom this way. “Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus because through Christ Jesus the law of the spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death” Romans 8:1–2. I ask God to help me remain teachable. I can set boundaries and now know there are healthy ways of getting my needs met. God has shown me that the way to have love, peace and joy is through dying to myself and seeking His will daily. Focusing on myself and my problems makes me miserable. I need to have an attitude of gratitude. I don’t want to be self-seeking anymore. I have learned that serving others is much more satisfying. I have learned to thank God for trials and struggles and to use it as an opportunity for growth. I give God all the honor and praise. He is slowly restoring my relationships with my family after all of these years–through working the steps I was able to call my dad and brother to make amends. That call has opened up the lines for communication between my dad and I. I have learned what my triggers are, to take my thoughts captive and to be intentional about everything I do.

For the first time in my life I am excited for my future and know that I don’t have to make it happen. “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord; plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future” Jeremiah 29:11.