I was 19 when I landed in inpatient rehab. I didn't come from a family who used drugs or alcohol and I was raised as normal as a person could be raised.

My road to recovery was a very long one that began with many attempts at a local alcohol rehab on an outpatient basis.

Ever since I graduated high school I've worked an average of sixty hours per week.

I suppose you can say I came late to alcoholism-but not late enough.

I always tried to keep my family's problems within the family. I grew up with five brothers and sisters, and whenever any one of us had a problem, we were there to help each other.

I suppose most teens today undergo times of depression, confusion, and insecurity. Unfortunately I never seemed to grow out of this phase even ten years later after my adolescence.

Drug treatment in Florida for my addiction to heroin and Roxicodone changed my life for the better in so many ways.

I don't think there was one single injury or occurrence in particular that led to my Oxycontin addiction.

Last night I was casually watching the Video Music Awards on MTV, flipping back and forth in my classic non-committal, short-attention span manner and happened to catch the end of the show.

My son went to an alcohol treatment facility and our family went into a type of treatment ourselves, too – family therapy.