Résultats pour "Hell" dans Addiction et guérison

The book Drug Hell is a true story of the former drug addict, and criminal, Kimmo Harjula. His hell began when he was only seven years old. His parents were alcoholics, and he was continually beaten and sexually assaulted throughout his childhood. To survive, he began to sniff glue, smoke hash and drinking alcohol. His life became a crazy mess, filled with drugs and serious crime, which lasted for over thirty years. He was placed in fortysix foster homes before the age of eighteen and spent fourteen years in prison.

Laura Cole watched her beloved son detox from heroin time and again. She struggled to help him through addiction recovery treatment and pharmacotherapy. Eventually, she suspected that the treatments were causing her son more harm than good. Navigating a nightmare of Big Pharma, for-profit treatment centers, and corrupt caregivers, Laura saw her son get lost in a thick web of exploitation.

A riveting and raw story of how one woman overcame alcoholism and mental illness and broke free from the genetic blueprint of addiction that demonized her family for generations. She sets you in a front row seat as she shares her life story and experiences, which show the strength, determination and courage of how she refused to continue with this way of life, and how she would do whatever it took to protect her children from being exposed to a life of addiction which is so normalized and influenced within society.

Faith Smith has always had a problem with alcohol. At first, she didn’t believe it was an issue, but slowly, her life begins to unravel. Her job as a teacher hangs in the balance, her marriage begins to crumble, and she realizes that she’s putting her addiction before even her own children. Faith knows she has to do something to regain control of her life. But her demons won’t abandon her so easily.

Imagine, if you can, putting your three week old baby into the freezer because her crying is interrupting your peace and quiet. And yes, I did say freezer and not refrigerator. And why was the baby crying? Because you were too messed up on heroin and hadn't fed her all day. Imagine, if you can, waking up in a town on the opposite side of the United States from where you remembered being. You have no recollection of what you did or what was done to you during those four weeks. You didn't wake up in a four star hotel either. Instead, you're in a dumpster with smelly, putrid trash and you can't tell which smells worse - you or the trash.