I was addicted and living in the backseat of a coworkers car, urinating in a bottle, and riding the city bus during the day to stay warm during the polar vortex of winter. The day I came into the Sober House I had a wad of cash that I was either going to shoot into my arm or use to pay for rent in the Sober House. Thank God he helped me choose the Sober House, because I still think I would have died that day.Resident, Sober House
The Sober House isn’t like entering a treatment center. It’s like entering a home. The staff doesn’t try to make you live sober, they cause you to WANT to be sober. I’m here and I’m working and learning new ways to think. I might get down sometimes when I dwell on my problems, but I’m alive and I know I serve a BIG God!
Frank’s Story https://youtu.be/3ml7MLZFpHU