I would like to take a moment to thank everyone for your kind words and outpouring of love and support for the video I shared. As some of you know, last February I had finally met my match and ultimately ended up in treatment down in Texas at a place called Warriors Heart. For so many years I was able to maintain an amazing professional life but all the while I was destroying and had destroyed my personal life. Addiction, suicide attempts, un-treated PTS, and other physiological disorders literally had brought me to a place that NO one should ever have to face…I had been beaten to my knees. While the past year has been amazing, even with struggles along the way, I realize that this is a lifelong commitment of recovery and there is nothing I won’t do within my power to pay all this forward. Know this……THERE IS HELP! I KNOW how heavy the phone can be, the embarrassment, the fear, the regret and the feeling of admitting to a self-perceived notion of weakness……I got it, I truly do but there are so many out there that are willing to help and I am one of them! God bless you all and I love each and every one of you immensely. “With my last breath!” Teddy Lanier
by Don Prince, IMAC, NCACIP
There will come a day when your son or daughter will find that photo of you that we all have had taken when we joined or made Class “A” status or got promoted. You know the one where you look somewhat awkward with your hat tipped to far back and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to smile or not. Yeah, that one. It’s been a few years since anybody has looked at that picture. It got put away and buried deep in a closet in a box with some of the other stuff that you use to have on the mantle or hanging on the wall in the den. Maybe a few awards, old helmet, group shot of you and the crew.
Your child was younger back then, and never saw that stuff displayed. He or she is older now. Today, he finds that box, takes out the picture and looks at it intently. He takes a look at you. Then back to the picture of you in your class “A”. With a puzzled look, he turns to you and asks, “Daddy? When you used to be a fireman were you brave? And Daddy, how come you’re not a fireman anymore?” What will your answer be? Continue reading ““Daddy, were you brave? And how come you’re not a fireman anymore?””
by Peggy Sweeney
An open letter to a friend who is struggling with addiction.
I think of you often. Tonight, I decided to put my thoughts on paper.
When I was in my early forties, I was a young wife and mother with three small children. Due to circumstances at that time, I planned my suicide because I thought that everyone would be better off without me. I felt hopeless. Helpless. I believed I was a failure. To my children. To my husband. To everyone I loved.
That changed one morning. I was determined to make something of my life. I vowed that I would never let anyone suffer alone with depression without offering them my help.
Now, almost thirty years later, I have had a wonderful life most people only dream of having. Yes, there were unpleasant days, but I never gave up on my dream. I never let fear stand in my way of helping others. Continue reading ““Never Let Your Fear Decide Your Destiny””