2017

Hi, My name is Bill, and I’m a Dad of a recovering Alcoholic/Addict. 9 months ago, I did see me writing this Testimonial. Since July of 2015, our family had been tormented by the disease of addiction that took my son through four detoxes and attempts at rehab. We were lost. Our entire family was […]

It was 5AM, June 30th, 2014. I was staring at my computer screen with dried-out, dark red eyes. A loaded syringe and a burned-up pipe sat next to me on the table, along with a slew of empty beer cans and liquor bottles occupying the remaining surfaces of my room. The anxiety in my gut

I never knew what was wrong with me until I entered AA.  All I knew was that I was different and needed to be fixed.  Over and over again, you hear “I just never fit in” uttered during meetings.  Well, that was my reality. I grew up in a very wealthy family in the Philippines. 

Thinking back to September 2015 I can still remember the pain I felt as I fell to my knees in the hotel room.  “NOOOOO!!!!!, I screamed.  This can’t be happening again!!!!! I was filled with fear, and I felt like my world was coming to an end.  “I want my son back!!!”That was the last

My mom got clean when I was 3 years old. Before that, I can remember going to the beach with her and her friends and hanging out in the bar while they drank. I can remember the bartender serving me Shirley Temples with extra cherries, just the way I liked them. I don’t have any