Shawna Miller

I was absolutely convinced I would die from the disease of alcoholism, but here I am. At one point (near the end) I was a 24/7 drinker, and if you offered a pill or powder I was down for that too. My recovery didn’t happen magically. I wasn’t touched on the head by a fairy. I was sick, and I WAS dying. Slowly, painfully. I was in jail and woke up feeling ashamed, angry, and alone. After many years of slowly killing myself, I decided I had enough. I can promise that if you become willing and have had enough, you can get it together, recover, and LIVE. Not just exist, but live. Every living being on Earth deserves a life of joy, peace, and contentment. That means you.