I help individuals with addiction issues navigate the recovery process that works for them.
You want to overcome alcohol and/or addiction but you’re not sure where, or how to start. I understand the process of recovery because I’ve been where you’re at, and can help guide you through it. As a recovery coach, I'm a friend, companion, and advocate who wants to help guide you to achieve your goals in recovery. The difference is that this friend has been through the process of recovery and has the knowledge and information you need to expertly guide you on your journey.
I won’t tell you what to do or what I think you should be doing. That’s not my place. And, I can’t do the work for you, but I’m here to make sure you do the right work, according to your recovery goals. I help people who are in the earliest stages of recovery. I know that something has already happened to get you here, and I’m here to help you move forward and take back your life.
I am a certified:
Recovery Coach - Connecticut Community of Addiction Recovery Life Coach - Achology Academy of Applied Psychology Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP) Practitioner - Achology Academy of Applied Psychology Crisis Counselor - Crisis Text Line Master Whitewater Guide & Instructor - State of Colorado
It all started in August of 2010. My recovery that is. I had just been released from a hospital in Mesa Arizona after spending three days there getting my cardiac enzymes back in order. I was just 35.
As I was walking back to my rented room in what used to be a sober house I felt like I was on top of the world. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time. I don’t know if it was the Ativan they had been giving me in my IV but for the first time I didn’t have a case of the jitters. I distinctly remember thinking that I would never drink again, after all what kind of a person calls 911 on themself because of a mixture of vodka and stifling heat, and drinks again?
Not 2-hours later I had another pint of cheap vodka in my hand. Although I hesitated to break the seal and take that first sip, I did it anyway. It made me gag, followed by a little breakdown. What in the hell was I doing? I had just gotten out of the hospital because of the clear poison that I clearly drank too much of. Insanity!
Then I did something I had never done before, I called an old friend and asked for help.
Although he lived an hour away he promised to make a few calls and come pick me up. A couple hours later, he did just that. And then he took me to the county detox center. What a hell-hole that place was. It smelled of vomit and a variety of other bodily fluids, but apparently that’s where alcoholics like me belonged.
They wouldn’t take me because the breathalyzer they gave me after hours of waiting in the lobby read all zeros and I’d only had one tiny sip of vodka in the past three days. They did however, hook me up with a sober living “home” and my recovery began.