For a long time, I thought I was just angry — at the world, at people who hurt me, and at myself. What I didn’t realize was that I was carrying years of pain from childhood trauma
— growing up around emotional neglect, abuse, and feeling like I was never enough. I learned to hide my hurt and pretend everything was fine, even when I was breaking inside.

Using drugs became the only way I knew how to silence it all. They helped me numb the flashbacks, the shame, and the constant noise in my head. It worked for a while, until it started destroying everything that mattered — my family, my friends, and my future.

Then I hit rock bottom and tried to kill myself. But getting help showed me that recovery isn’t about being perfect — it’s about healing. It meant facing the memories I’d buried, forgiving myself for the things I did in survival mode, and learning that vulnerability isn’t weakness — it’s courage

MoisheAddict

For decades, I carried the weight of sexual abuse in silence. The shame and fear felt unbearable, and I turned to alcohol and drugs to cope. I lost years of my life — relationships,
opportunities, and a sense of who I really was.

Reaching out for help was terrifying, but it became the first step toward healing. Recovery has been about facing my trauma, forgiving myself, and reconnecting with my faith and my
community.

Today, at 40, I’m sober and slowly rebuilding my life. I’m learning that healing is possible, and that HaShem never gave up on me — even when I had given up on myself.

DavidAddict