Save Karli Jai
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My sister is one of the strongest women I know. She is smart, talented, kind, giving, hard-working and vivacious. That is, when she isn't deep in her addiction.
I don't want or need to go into a long drawn-out catalog of her use or pain. The disease of addiction found her young and it's brought her to the deepest, darkest, most demoralizing alleyways you can imagine. In the end, every addict's story is the same. Most of us are familiar with the terrifying face of drug abuse, whether it's a mother, a father, a sibiling, a friend, a co-worker or the man who lives behind the dumpster that you refuse to make eye contact with. Our news is filled with tragic stories of death due to addiction, and people caught in the cross-fire.
What I do want to share is despite my tears and fears as I write this, I have hope. There is a way out. The lie, once and addict, always an addict is dead. Addicts do recover. I know, because my name is Spring and I am an addict. I am an addict in recovery. Three and a half years ago my sister is the one who helped me get here. She helped save me when she couldn't save herself. Now it's my turn, with your help.
She's done the hard part, the part that takes courage and strength. She has asked for help, admitted she is powerless over drugs and chooses to live. She was given the gift of desperation. I told her she isn't alone and we will love her, no matter what. Now that she has found her rock bottom and is willing to fight the hard battle, she's begun the journey to recovery in a wonderful treatment facility that is giving her hope. She is safe. She is learning about the process and how to live a new way. Now all she needs is the funds to continue treatment.
When I sat down to write this, I wasn't real sure what to say. It is not my story, but it is. Then I remembered the most compelling stories I've heard are personal, raw and real. Addiction lives in darkness, it feeds off our secrets and it thrives in the shadows. If honestly writing this can help one other person feel a little less alone, if it encourages one other person to ask for help, if it allows one person to know that no matter how hopeless it feels right now, it can get better, then that is enough, even if we do not receive one dollar. If you are reading this and relate with our story, if you are struggling with addiction... I believe in you, you are worth it and there is a way out. Ask for help, it is out there.
And maybe, just maybe my sister will have the opportunity to begin a lifesaving, life changing journey which starts with long-term treatment through your donations.
I don't want or need to go into a long drawn-out catalog of her use or pain. The disease of addiction found her young and it's brought her to the deepest, darkest, most demoralizing alleyways you can imagine. In the end, every addict's story is the same. Most of us are familiar with the terrifying face of drug abuse, whether it's a mother, a father, a sibiling, a friend, a co-worker or the man who lives behind the dumpster that you refuse to make eye contact with. Our news is filled with tragic stories of death due to addiction, and people caught in the cross-fire.
What I do want to share is despite my tears and fears as I write this, I have hope. There is a way out. The lie, once and addict, always an addict is dead. Addicts do recover. I know, because my name is Spring and I am an addict. I am an addict in recovery. Three and a half years ago my sister is the one who helped me get here. She helped save me when she couldn't save herself. Now it's my turn, with your help.
She's done the hard part, the part that takes courage and strength. She has asked for help, admitted she is powerless over drugs and chooses to live. She was given the gift of desperation. I told her she isn't alone and we will love her, no matter what. Now that she has found her rock bottom and is willing to fight the hard battle, she's begun the journey to recovery in a wonderful treatment facility that is giving her hope. She is safe. She is learning about the process and how to live a new way. Now all she needs is the funds to continue treatment.
When I sat down to write this, I wasn't real sure what to say. It is not my story, but it is. Then I remembered the most compelling stories I've heard are personal, raw and real. Addiction lives in darkness, it feeds off our secrets and it thrives in the shadows. If honestly writing this can help one other person feel a little less alone, if it encourages one other person to ask for help, if it allows one person to know that no matter how hopeless it feels right now, it can get better, then that is enough, even if we do not receive one dollar. If you are reading this and relate with our story, if you are struggling with addiction... I believe in you, you are worth it and there is a way out. Ask for help, it is out there.
And maybe, just maybe my sister will have the opportunity to begin a lifesaving, life changing journey which starts with long-term treatment through your donations.
Organizer
Spring Larrow
Organizer
Soldotna, AK
