Meet the Author

Hi, I’m Roni, and I’m a grateful recovering addict. My clean date is March 9th, 2013, and every day since has been a step toward healing, truth, and hope. I’m here to share my experience, strength, and hope. I’m not a medical professional or addiction counselor — just someone who has walked this road and wants others to know recovery is possible.

 

I didn’t grow up in chaos. I came from a loud, loving family with two parents who gave me everything they could. But even then, I felt different, like something inside me didn’t quite fit. That feeling followed me into adolescence, and at 14, I made a choice that changed everything. One hit of meth. One lie I told myself: this is what I’ve been missing.

 

Addiction took me places I never imagined; homeless, on the streets of L.A, and eventually living in a Juniper Tree in Southern California, separated from my children, ashamed of who I’d become. I remember one night, starving and broken, I called my twin sister. She said I will get you food if you let us pray over you. I was so hungry I would have said yes to any condition she had. She took me to her church, where her mother-in-law prayed over me. As she prayed, something cracked open inside. I cried uncontrollably. For the first time in years, I felt like maybe just maybe God hadn’t forgotten me. That moment didn’t lead me to recovery, but it planted a seed of hope. And I held onto it.

 

This blog isn’t just about the good parts. It’s about the messy middle. The terrifying lows. The exhilarating highs. The raw emotions. The numbness. Because addiction is complicated and so is recovery. But both are real. And both deserve to be told honestly.

 

If you’re here, maybe you’re searching for something. Maybe you feel alone. I did too. But you’re not. You’re in the right place.

 

Welcome to my story. I hope it helps you write yours.