We are hoping to raise funds in order to provide a much needed charity bed in a rehab centre on behalf of Hannah, who passed away on 21.07.2022.

Hannah was a truly unique young woman who touched the lives of everyone she knew and her battle with addiction was fought with true tenacity until the very end.

Funding for rehabilitation is extremely limited and not financially viable for many addicts and their families making the chance for sobriety and happiness way beyond

their reach.

By providing a charity bed it will help addicts to have the chance they so rightly deserve to turn their lives around without the added stress of how they are going to be able to obtain it.

Below is a post Hannah wrote last year after completing a residential rehab, and her words alone lets us catch a glimpse into the dark places addiction takes people to and the joy of getting clean and living life once more.

Please help us so that Hannah can leave a lifelong legacy and remember addiction is never a "choice" it's an illness

For those wondering why I’ve been so quiet over the past 5 months I’ve finally reached a place in my life where i can be honest about the absolute hell I’ve been through and come out of. Let’s rewind to 6 months ago. I was in the darkest place imaginable, not knowing what day it was or whether it would be my last ever day alive. I was fully prepared for death and to be honest I couldn’t wait for it. I could feel my body and mind shutting down. I was battling guilt, depression, memory loss, severe psychosis and could see no way out having given up on trying to explain why I couldn’t stop doing what I was do, acting how I was acting, hurting those I was hurting. I was stuck in the pit of addiction. Some people who know me know that I never dealt with things that came my way in life, I’ve always been one to shove things to one side, suppress my feelings and emotions and “get over it”. Over the years I have used substances as an escape from shit to the point I was reliant. Anyone who understands addiction will know there is so much more to it than that, but I won’t bore you with the ins and outs. There are many definitions of addiction. Unless you are an addict yourself you will never even get close to understanding the mind of an addict. I tried everything I could to stop. Dangerous self detoxes, numerous hospital stays, residential detoxes. I put my body through hell in the form of withdrawals yet couldn’t stop the mental addiction. I had to hit rock bottom and flirt with death before I could get better. And that happened through residential rehab.

4 months of intense treatment, introduction to narcotics anonymous and a 12 step programme, meetings, therapy, and pure mental and physical graft, and I am finally in a good place. A place I never thought I could get. A place where I have the tools to deal with situations and life without having to use. A place with friends. A safe place. I am far from being fixed and never will be fully, but I am happy and living a life beyond my wildest dreams. And it’s only just the beginning. What I have had drilled into me is something money can’t buy and for the first time in my life I am happy. Every day is a battle but with the right people around me I’m fucking winning. I could not have done this without the support from my amazing family and newly made true friends. For that I am forever grateful and can only repay you with continuing progress.

Today I’m proud to say I am 118 days clean and serene. I’m proud of my journey and how far I’ve come. I’m proud of how I have been so close to death and found a little bit of fight left in me. I’m proud of myself for the first time in my life. So any negativity or judgment really does not phase me. If my story entertains you or even offends you, kindly remove yourself off my list. I’m proud to be a RECOVERING ADDICT. I no longer wish to die, I no longer hate myself, and I no longer let my mind control me. My demons are at bay. Take my story or leave it, I’m sticking with the winners!

YOU’VE SEEN MY DESCENT, NOW WATCH MY RISING! ❤️