I’ve been through some pretty dark times watching my husband battle addiction. I’ve watched him almost die in a hospital bed, I’ve watched the anger he had for me. I watched him learn to walk again, eat again, and talk again. I’ve watched him overcome his inner demons and feel feelings he’s never felt before. I’ve watched him get the help he knew he needed. I’ve watched him turn his entire life around, not for me or our kids, but for himself. I’ve watched him come out of the deepest, darkest hole to rise to the top and inspire others. I’ve watched this with my own eyes. I’ve gotten to be a part of his magical journey and magical it is.
Someone once told me that if you bring your story out into the light, it makes the weight of it easier to handle. Telling our story is something that my husband and I continue to do 6+ years later. We tell our story so that others don’t feel alone going through this. We tell our story so that whether you suffer from addiction or a family member/friend does, you know you’re not alone.
For us, we continue to spread the story of hope. No matter how bad a situation may be, there is always hope. Recovery is possible. I’ve seen it. Not just with my husband, but in others we’ve talked to along the way. Recovery isn’t easy and it’s not just one-sided. It takes a village to do the work.
Although this has been a tough road for my family to travel, we have come out stronger on the other side. We know there’s hope. Remember you’re not alone.