Firsthand account of addiction as illness

Addiction is a moral weakness. I used to believe that. I used to ask myself why I couldn’t stop using drugs and drinking. I was convinced that I didn’t love my family enough to stop. I figured that God made a mistake by sending me to Earth because I was too weak to survive. Eventually, after years of being miserable and hurting everyone I ever cared about, I chose to kill myself on May 23, 2001. I woke up on May 24. After spending 18 months in a free residential rehab learning to love myself, I decided that I was not a piece of garbage, I was ill. Ever since then, I have focused on educating others about the disease of addiction.