While in middle school, I started hanging out with older crowds and experimenting with marijuana and alcohol. By my freshman year I had abandoned the thought of playing football altogether! I started experimenting with mostly pain pills. I went through High School maintaining my grades to keep my mother satisfied and I kept it in the dark about how crazy my life really had become.
By this time I was doing everything in my power to keep my family from knowing how bad my addiction had really become. So 1 week before my 21st Birthday, I got a phone call from my niece, sobbing and asking to talk to my mom! Whatever it was she wouIdnt tell me. Later I found out that my dad had shot and killed himself. On my 21st birthday I had buried my dad 3 days prior and really had no answers to why? The more I used, the less it hurt.
About 6 1/2 years rolled by and my only concerns were a pain pill and making my mom think otherwise! Then my mother fell ill. After trying dialysis, my family and I took her home to let her live out the rest of her days on this earth- the way she wanted. The morning of August 3rd I awoke to the words, “Mom is gone”!
Any reason on this earth, other than my 11 month old son, that I had to straighten my life up was now gone! I was completely lost. By the grace of God a woman came into my life that is now my wife. She stuck by my side, even though she knew what I was doing. It was obvious she saw something in me that I didn’t at the time. Although I was going to a pain clinic to support my habit, she always told me that she would be right beside me when I was ready to get clean. On April 1st (2014) I got a trafficking charge and was sentenced to 9 years, probated for 5 years. Meaning, if I messed up within 5 years I would have to do 9 years in prison. That wasn’t even enough to make me straighten up! I some how manipulated my way through 13 months of reporting monthly before finally being thrown into jail. I spent 6 months in jail and the Probation office gave me the option to go to a 6 month rehabilitation center.
While waiting on a bed, a woman from the Public Defenders office had found me a bed at Isaiah House. I accepted with a little hesitation, after all their program was 8 months.