Brittanie’s Story – Recovering Beautifully.

*TW: Language of self-harm* When I was younger I thought I lived a pretty normal life. I guess all kids think their lives are normal until they get old enough to really look around and see their life is actually a little different. I was the youngest of five girls. Our parents had their own…

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 Two years into my undergraduate degree at the most prestigious university in the PNW, I was renting an apartment with my best friend and teammate a couple miles from campus and was finally independent. I was finally free to eat what I want, act how I want, and do what I want to do; needless…

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Envelopes.  It all started with envelopes. Mom would ask me to take “notes” to her friends. I later found out that these “notes” contained quarter papers of methamphetamine.  It wasn’t until I was cooking a batch of it with my mom that I realized that there were no actual words written inside. We moved from…

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I watched my brother go through addiction when I was around 10 years old. I always swore that I would never drink and I would never do drugs. That changed when I had my first drink of alcohol around age twelve. I didn’t drink much that first time, but I instantly knew that I liked…

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