“For me, I thought I would never find the right path for my life. I was absolutely miserable with the way I was living: simply waiting to die. I was beaten and broken – by my own doing. My disease had finally stolen from me the last shred of dignity I possessed. I desperately needed help but didn’t know where to turn. Someone, my father actually, told me I needed to get into treatment because I had become the biggest loser he’d ever met. That hurt, but it pushed me in the right direction. It was time for me to get off the pity pot and begin taking steps toward recovery. I came across The Recovery Place while searching online for treatment facilities. I liked what I saw, and other people I spoke with had positive things to say about TRP. I left my home state, completely lost and empty, ...