Ask for Help

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I remember it all like it was yesterday. It’s not the type of thing that ever really leaves you. It’s always there in the back of your mind.  I was sitting there in my kitchen, like so many other days before: alone, sleep deprived, heavily self-medicated and broken. Although this was a bit of a recurring pattern for me, it was somehow different. I could feel so deeply within me that if I didn’t stop using, I was going to die (and maybe even a small part of me wished I would) because anything was better than the hollow feeling I felt inside.

But I could feel something else there, that was more comfortable for me, a voice ever so quiet and reassuring, coming from within me and telling me “just one more Stace, go ahead, one more won’t hurt, you might as well”. This is how the narrative always seemed to go. For four more days this went on, until I was finally brought to my knees in complete desperation. I felt so much shame and guilt for the woman that stared back at me in the mirror. I was done. I say that to say this, in my weakest moment, came the most courageous thing I have EVER done. I phoned my mom and I asked for help.  I’ll say it again: I ASKED FOR HELP.

This moment of surrender was both the scariest and most assured moment that I have ever felt all at the same time. I was truly in a place I had never been before, stepping out of an aimless life into the beginning of a journey that led me to a program that saved my life. I began to learn how to let go of the old me gently while learning how to forgive, trust and love myself again. I learned the subtlety of progress and began to grow and heal. I was enlightened by the strength of those around me that showed me the way to discover my own worth and dignity. My outlook on everything changed, I began to see things so differently that everything else began to come into focus.

My life isn’t perfect, I have days where I struggle just like anyone else, except now, I can see the whole picture and make more well informed decisions instead of falling back into old comfortable habits. The old me was a drug addict first, and everything else came second. I stand here today as a mother, a friend, a business owner and a recovering drug addict. I list that one last because it is only a portion of me; I am so much more… I always was. I just needed to ask for help and to be reminded of that again.

I would never change who I was or where I came from; it has shaped me into who I am today.  Asking for help has allowed me to accept the beautiful mess that I am and I can look in the mirror and say I love this girl.  If you struggle with anything: drugs, alcohol, weight, mental health, ANYTHING… I urge you to try something different.

Ask for help.

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A former NHL goaltender, NHL goaltending coach, and Olympic silver Medallist, Corey Hirsch was featured in an article in the Players Tribune opening up about his struggle with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder while on the rise to a promising career in the NHL. He has since Dedicated himself to ending the stigma of mental health and becoming the National Youth Ambassador for the Center for Addiction and Mental Health.

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