Cathy shares how her addiction to prescription painkillers began after being diagnosed with a painful disease. This led to a cycle of abuse, depression and suicide attempts. Learn how Cathy turned her life around and is now in recovery.
My name is Cathy. I have a Master’s degree in Education and many other undergraduate degrees and titles. I come from a wonderful family that is well respected in their in their community. A lot of people look at me and wonder how I could possibly be in to this addiction of hopeless suicide and drugs. I taught school for over eleven years and was forced to take early disability. I have a bladder disease called interstitial cystitus and it is very painful. I began taking prescription pain medication and did not have any problems with abuse until the doctor put me on Oxycontin. Then my nightmares began! I lost hope and when you do this you die inside and out. I was in my thirties when I began to abuse Oxycontin. I over came that addiction and did very well or so I thought I did? I began to spiral into a downward depression. I became more and more suicidal as time went by. I was set up by a so called friend that had a man with her and they claimed to have car trouble. I went to pick them up and they began to put GHB in my drink. I woke up in the back seat of my own car and I was throwing up and passing out. I was tied up and raped for over twenty four hours and beaten. I couldn’t deal with this emotionally so I began to see a psychiatrist and he put me on Xanax. I became addicted to that as well and at this point I lost all hope. I took ninety nine milligrams of Xanax in an hour’s time. My sister found me dead the next morning. I was thirty six degrees under my arm, my eyes were fixed and dialated, my lips were purple, and I had no pulse. The paramedics shocked me back three times on the way to the hospital and the doctor told my family that I would not live through this. I woke up in ICU and told my mom that I was going to be a warrior in God’s army. She looked at me like I was crazy! Another time I took fifty nine -thirty milligram Aderol within a two hour period. My heart should have burst out of my chest. But once again, I was angry at God when I woke up because I wanted to die. This went on for years and I couldn’t seem to get out of this viscous cycle. One day my sister called and said that she was picking me up and I needed to pack my clothes. I had no idea that she was taking me to the Lovelady Center. I had no idea that it even existed. I arrived at the Lovelady Center on December 5, 2011 and I was not happy about it. I was so angry! I had planned to hang myself in my room and we were made to attend church service that Sunday night and we had a guest speaker that night. Keith Holladay was our guest and he said that he knew that so one in the congregation was planning on killing themselves. He wanted to them to come to the altar and thirty women came to the altar. He stopped and said no the person I am talking about is not up here yet. He walked up to me and I followed him to the altar. I knew that I would be alright because I was saved that night, December 11. 2011 at 8:31 p.m. and when I tell you that I am a changed person? WOW, it is so good to wake up and walk with God everyday. I thank God first for carrying me all of those years and I thank the Lovelady Center for giving me the opportunity to help find myself through Christ. I am working in God’s Army now and I couldn’t be happier! Praise GOD!
Cathy received help at Lovelady Center. To learn more about this program, please visit their page on our resource directory.