I was 25 years old living in full addiction in Prince George and unable to get one day clean. My life was hopeless and I was having seizures regularly due to my excessive drug use. One day I asked my mom for help and she brought me to the Last Door for a final last chance to get clean.
The most scariest experience was coming here, the feelings in the car were enough to make me sick. As well once I got here I was told i couldn’t smoke, which made it everything even worse.
I had my last cigarette and came onto the property, instantly I felt the brotherhood I now understand is what makes the Last Door so successful. Everyone looks out for the new guy.
I was welcomed by everyone and built friendships like I never had. Although my journey was difficult for the first few months, I stuck it through and learned a new way of life.
I got my family back, I made amends, and after a while a became that productive member of society people talked about. Today I go to meetings, I participate in Alumni Group and I bring the new guy out for coffee and share my experiences with to make his stay just a little more comfortable.
Recovery Date February 18 1998