Alcohol and pot took me to the darkest depths of my life. I nearly died on my last binge. What once had been my idea of “fun” turned on me and grabbed me by the throat. I knew that the part of me that craved alcohol wanted me dead, and I was terrified.

My story begins at the detox on Billingsley Road. While I was there, it was suggested to me that I go to the outpatient treatment program (SACOT) at Anuvia. I thought SACOT was only offered at the Men’s Shelter, so this information helped, but I didn’t go.

I was a lost man with a broken spirit when I arrived at Anuvia. Today, thanks to its wonderful staff, I am blessed with a better life. I am a grateful recovering addict named Jeff W, and I want to share with you a little bit about my recovery.

I loved cocaine. And I loved alcohol – probably more than anything else in my life.  But in the end, after trying to kill myself with them, I realized that I really didn’t want to die for them.

I was sixteen years old when I experienced my first encounter with heroin. I had never felt anything like it ... but it seemed like just an instant, like just one night turned my life into tragedy and misery.