Because of the Bridge House, at 33-years-old I am living and breathing freedom from both prison bars and the chains of addictions.
Growing up, I had a happy and normal enough childhood with all the opportunities afforded to any other American woman of my generation. I seized my fair share of said opportunities, making good grades to go on and graduate from the University of Mississippi in 2008 with a bachelor’s degree in accounting. By this point, I was in my second year of marriage with a son on the way. Sounds like everything was on track, right? Well, it was, according to my assessment. And that’s how I had lived my life: by my own terms and planning.
So when my precious baby was born fighting for his life, turning my life and everything I had worked for upside down, I handled it by my own hand. I prayed everyday that my little boy would be okay, and after 88 days in the NICU he finally got to come home to me. I...