The miracle or the turning point would certainly have to be is that I was able to understand and comprehend that I am an alcoholic. When I got there, I didn't believe it. It took me a couple more years before I really believed it.
The most significant, on a more personal note, is that I was finally able to comprehend as well that my profession didn't make me who I was. I relied on my profession for so long as my identity and once I was able to get past that, I was really able to enjoy being a part of The Healing Place and participating and understanding more about myself.
I was in Lexington and I had been through a number of treatment programs already and a friend of mine told me about The Healing Place, which was then called The Morgan Center. A lot of people remember the joke of when I arrived on January 21, 1993. A friend of mine brought me in a brand new Lincoln Town Car. I checked in with matching leather luggage and lots of gold. Jay said to have my friend to take some of that home. It wasn't until the weekend that I realized that I was actually in a homeless shelter. I had it in my mind that I was there to be an employee so I basically was confronted with reality and my dreams were shattered when I found out that it was a shelter for alcoholics and that I was actually a client. I was one of the first people in the program. My sobriety date is October 7, 1994. That’s almost 20 years. I've stayed involved until the advocacy organization started and then I had to choose one or the other. I’m currently the CEO of People Advocating Recovery.
Posted on September 23, 2014
by Marla Highbaugh