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05/26/2026

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05/21/2026

05/01/2026

My Recovery
My recovery story didn’t start with drugs—it started in childhood.
As a child, I used food to cope with sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. Food became my comfort, my escape, and the one thing I could control. I learned to be a people-pleaser, believing that if I made

everyone else happy, I might avoid being hurt. I lived in fear—especially of my mother’s drinking—never knowing what each day would bring.
Addiction surrounded me growing up. My mother struggled with alcoholism, though it was never talked about. I had an uncle who battled opioid addiction and lost his life to it. But even with all of that, I never thought addiction would become part of my story.
In 2020–2021, I was introduced to drug use. I began using with my husband, convincing myself I wasn’t addicted because I didn’t use every day. But addiction isn’t about how often you use—it’s about what you use to cope.
Looking back, I see how far I fell.
I neglected my child and grandchildren. I believed I looked good because I was losing weight. I thought no one knew what was going on. I was functioning—but completely delusional in my addiction.
When my husband was arrested for dealing, everything spiraled. I was surrounded by people who kept me high, thinking they were helping me cope. I was using constantly—morning, night, before work, after work—even during video visits with my husband.
Three days after his arrest, I almost lost my life.
After being awake for three days and still using, I crashed my Jeep. I don’t remember the moment of impact—just waking up to my vehicle on its side and strangers pulling me out. I had a concussion, severe bruising, and was in shock.
And even after all of that…
I went home—and I got high.
That’s addiction.
It doesn’t care how close you come to death. It doesn’t care what you lose. It keeps pulling—until som**hing inside you begins to change.
For me, that change didn’t happen overnight.
I went through cycles—periods of sobriety followed by relapse. I would let people back into my life, and with them came the drugs. Eventually, I realized I needed to remove myself completely. I moved to a place where no one knew me, just to create distance.
But distance alone wasn’t enough.
The cravings came. The thoughts came. And I knew I needed som**hing more.
So I went back to back to my daughter and my grandchildren. Being around them gave me strength. It wasn’t easy. I still had thoughts. I still had triggers. But som**hing inside me had shifted.
One moment stands out.
I was at my cousin’s house, and she was getting high. I would have joined her without hesitation. But this time, I said, “I’ll wait in the car.” Then, I made an excuse and left.
That was the moment I knew:
I didn’t want that life anymore.
Recovery wasn’t instant. I still had triggers. The smell of gas would take me right back. I had dreams about using that felt so real I would wake up shaken.
But I kept going.
And eventually… those triggers lost their power.
Today, I am sober.
I am graduating with my Associate of Applied Science in Human Services, along with a Certificate in Addiction Studies and a Certificate in Mental Health. I am also a Certified Peer Recovery Specialist.
But more than any title—I am someone who has lived it.
And now, my purpose is to give back.
I want to meet people exactly where they are in their journey—without judgment. Whether their path is MAT, abstinence, 12-step, faith-based, or harm reduction, I believe recovery is not one-size-fits-all.
I’m not here to tell anyone how to recover.
I’m here to walk beside them.
To support them.�To connect them to the resources they need.�To remind them that change is possible—because I am living proof.
My story is one of pain, survival, and ultimately—transformation.

05/01/2026

04/17/2026

04/06/2026

With all the negativity in the world about drugs and that its only leads to prison or death. I wanted to take time to thank God first and foremost for saving my husband Jim Lee Walker

Colossians 1:13-14

He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins.

I have seen how God first and foremost has changed my husband he has excepted responsibility for all the wrong he has done and how his actions have affected others’ lives. With God he is now taking all necessary steps to make amends for them. Also, with the program RWI {recovery while incarcerated} offered through Indiana DOC it has really helped my husband get the much-needed help he needed to deal with his addiction and to be accountable for all his actions in the past.

The program at Branchville correctional facility is really a god send to my Husband, it holds them accountable for his recovery and offers a lot of support for him. My husband is no stranger to prison and knows to well how they are full of drugs but this time he is getting the help he needs thanks to the RWI program. The change I have is seen is tremendous this man starts his day at 630am doing NA groups and not only attends but chairs them. He tells all the new men coming into the unit that if they ever need an ear or support, he is available to talk and listen anytime. He has even gotten off the phone with me because someone has come up and asked can you do a meeting, I need one. The man 2.5 years ago in addiction would have never. He also attends church 1-2 times a day because has learned that without the Lord none of this is possible. He also is on the conflict resolution team, a mentor, recovery department in his unit. He using every resource in the program to change and be a better person. He said if he can change or save just one person it is all worth it.

I want to thank the Indiana DOC, the counselors, RWI instructors, the Chaplin, all the outside churches that volunteer that are helping my husband change for the best and the Jefferson County Judicial system.

I’m going leave som**hing to read, maybe it can help someone out there. I’m praying that those that are out there and need help can get the help before its to late. God Bless and remember that Jesus loves us all.

What it’s like

I remember before I tried m**h, I asked people what it was like. They said it’s like a burst of energy, a rush that takes your breath, it’s the best feeling ever, I don’t know how to explain it really. And they were right, but now if someone were to ever ask me what it’s like, I would tell them.

It’s like spending every single penny you ever had, on drugs.
It’s like going days without eating even though you were starving, but you needed dope more.
It’s like having to lie to every family and friend you have ever had.
It’s like waking up hating yourself from shame and guilt.
It’s like going into withdrawals every 8 hours unless you had more dope to do. (And you usually didn’t)
It’s like never attending any family event because you were too high or too sick.
It’s like everyone eventually stopped inviting you to events. And even talking to you.
It's like crying yourself to sleep every single night because your children got taken.
It’s like knowing you have one more chance to get better before your child gets adopted and still choosing that bag.
It's like asking others how your own blood child is doing.
It's watching everyone around you succeed and yet you’re crumbling.
It’s like everything was on your drug dealer’s time. If they said five hours. You’ll wait five hours in a car.
It’s like stealing everything worth value for dope. No matter how sentimental it was to you, or someone else.
It’s like losing so much weight you can’t fit into any of your clothes.
It’s like losing everything you’ve ever owned in your entire life.
It’s like nobody believing a word you said, even if it was the truth.
It’s like being a prisoner inside your own head.
It’s like contemplating su***de every single day.
It’s like never being scared to die, because that’s what you wanted.
It’s like trying to shut your brain up for even five minutes.
It’s like seeing your family cry for you to stop, only for you to leave and go get high.
Because stopping want an option. It wasn’t possible.
It's like you’d do absolutely anything for more. And you did.
It’s like everyone hated you no matter where you went, because they knew you were a drug addict.
You'll miss out on your children, and they'll be grown before you Know it. You'd kill for your child and do any and everything for them, yet you won't be able to get clean for them and we actually turn out to be the ones who hurt them the most.
It’s like overdosing and going to get high right after.
It’s like walking into rehab 100 pounds with the clothes on your back and being scared to death.
It’s like giving your ENTIRE LIFE AWAY.

So, if you’re ever curious like I was, please at least know the truth. CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT, and it WILL KILL YOU TOO
-Monica Horn

#2% -Couture

With all the negativity in the world about drugs and that its only leads to prison or death. I wanted to take time to thank God first and foremost for saving my husband Jim Lee Walker

Colossians 1:13-14

He has delivered us from the power of darkness and conveyed us into the kingdom of the Son of His love, in whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins.

I have seen how God first and foremost has changed my husband he has excepted responsibility for all the wrong he has done and how his actions have affected others’ lives. With God he is now taking all necessary steps to make amends for them. Also, with the program RWI {recovery while incarcerated} offered through Indiana DOC it has really helped my husband get the much-needed help he needed to deal with his addiction and to be accountable for all his actions in the past.

The program at Branchville correctional facility is really a god send to my Husband, it holds them accountable for his recovery and offers a lot of support for him. My husband is no stranger to prison and knows to well how they are full of drugs but this time he is getting the help he needs thanks to the RWI program. The change I have is seen is tremendous this man starts his day at 630am doing NA groups and not only attends but chairs them. He tells all the new men coming into the unit that if they ever need an ear or support, he is available to talk and listen anytime. He has even gotten off the phone with me because someone has come up and asked can you do a meeting, I need one. The man 2.5 years ago in addiction would have never. He also attends church 1-2 times a day because has learned that without the Lord none of this is possible. He also is on the conflict resolution team, a mentor, recovery department in his unit. He using every resource in the program to change and be a better person. He said if he can change or save just one person it is all worth it.

I want to thank the Indiana DOC, the counselors, RWI instructors, the Chaplin, all the outside churches that volunteer that are helping my husband change for the best and the Jefferson County Judicial system.

I’m going leave som**hing to read, maybe it can help someone out there. I’m praying that those that are out there and need help can get the help before its to late. God Bless and remember that Jesus loves us all.

What it’s like

I remember before I tried m**h, I asked people what it was like. They said it’s like a burst of energy, a rush that takes your breath, it’s the best feeling ever, I don’t know how to explain it really. And they were right, but now if someone were to ever ask me what it’s like, I would tell them.

It’s like spending every single penny you ever had, on drugs.
It’s like going days without eating even though you were starving, but you needed dope more.
It’s like having to lie to every family and friend you have ever had.
It’s like waking up hating yourself from shame and guilt.
It’s like going into withdrawals every 8 hours unless you had more dope to do. (And you usually didn’t)
It’s like never attending any family event because you were too high or too sick.
It’s like everyone eventually stopped inviting you to events. And even talking to you.
It's like crying yourself to sleep every single night because your children got taken.
It’s like knowing you have one more chance to get better before your child gets adopted and still choosing that bag.
It's like asking others how your own blood child is doing.
It's watching everyone around you succeed and yet you’re crumbling.
It’s like everything was on your drug dealer’s time. If they said five hours. You’ll wait five hours in a car.
It’s like stealing everything worth value for dope. No matter how sentimental it was to you, or someone else.
It’s like losing so much weight you can’t fit into any of your clothes.
It’s like losing everything you’ve ever owned in your entire life.
It’s like nobody believing a word you said, even if it was the truth.
It’s like being a prisoner inside your own head.
It’s like contemplating su***de every single day.
It’s like never being scared to die, because that’s what you wanted.
It’s like trying to shut your brain up for even five minutes.
It’s like seeing your family cry for you to stop, only for you to leave and go get high.
Because stopping want an option. It wasn’t possible.
It's like you’d do absolutely anything for more. And you did.
It’s like everyone hated you no matter where you went, because they knew you were a drug addict.
You'll miss out on your children, and they'll be grown before you Know it. You'd kill for your child and do any and everything for them, yet you won't be able to get clean for them and we actually turn out to be the ones who hurt them the most.
It’s like overdosing and going to get high right after.
It’s like walking into rehab 100 pounds with the clothes on your back and being scared to death.
It’s like giving your ENTIRE LIFE AWAY.

So, if you’re ever curious like I was, please at least know the truth. CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT, and it WILL KILL YOU TOO
-Monica Horn

-Couture

03/31/2026

I'd like to share with everyone a personal recovery story of an individual who has successfully overcome addiction and is a testament to triumph.

My names Kendra and my sobriety date is May 16, 2022 and for that date I’m forever grateful.

I was born in Dearborn County, Indiana. For as far back as I can remember I lived with my little sister, mom and dad. Growing up my parents had taught us at a young age when you go to school they’re gonna ask you if you see this or smell this you say no because you will get taken away. I feared that ever happening so I did exactly that.

Growing up my parents struggled with their own demons, and because of that, life was different for us than others I felt. From a young age I felt at times like my sister’s caretaker. I always wanted to make sure my sister was safe, she was that one person I had no matter what. Around 4 years old we had gotten introduced to my uncle, who had then became a babysitter to my sister and I. I can remember when we would stay with him he would drink alcohol from the time he woke up to the time he went to bed, and because of that we were mostly allowed to do whatever we wanted. I can remember the free store was one of our favorite places to go. We could go there with no money and get all the things we needed. We would play with the kids in the trailer park we lived in, and really at this time we felt we were living our best life.

Eventually came a time my uncle started sexually mo**st me, and at times I felt like I had to allow him to do these things to me so he wouldn’t do them to my little sister. I was around 5 years old honestly not knowing what’s going on, but I also had a feeling of knowing it was not okay. I can remember feeling so scared to tell anybody including my parents because I knew my parents were out doing their thing, and that was a safe place for us to go regardless of the mo**station that was happening. I can remember as a little kid watching my parents struggle looking for their next fix, heated arguments, struggling to get by at times but to me that was normal.

Growing up, we weren’t really allowed to have friends over as often unless their parents did mine did, unless there parents knew mine etc. Growing up I knew my parents were providing and doing the best they could even at an age as young as five years old. I can remember being pulled over with my mom, and sister pulling into this trailer park we had lived in. My sister and I had just bought a toy, and it had busted in our car leaving a powder from the inside all over the floor board, and I can remember crying, and distraught that the police saying it was drugs saying they were taking my mom to jail, and I can remember the cops walking me and my sister up to our house to my dad with the groceries.

Growing up we moved a lot by the time I was 13, I had moved 30 times, several different counties and several different schools. It was hard to make friends moving school to school. But my dad always made sure we had a roof over her head and I can remember feeling super grateful for that. I can remember starting to feel anxiety around this time at a young age, but was able to say I’m okay like it was normal.

Growing up my parents partied on the weekend, drinks, substances loud music and family. To me it was normal and fun.

There were even days I remember seeing my mom shivering inside on the couch sick in 90° weather and I sat wondering what’s wrong with her and why she’s so sick.. There would even be days my mom would keep me home from school and I’d be so sad because that was my one place to get away from home. That was my social life. I excelled in school and that was the one place I felt like I could be someone different. I started to go to church at a young age, and that was my family away from my family. But eventually that became not enough.

When I turned about 10 years old, my mom and dad had another kid and that’s my little brother. When my little brother was born, I remember feeling like I was a parent more than she was. There would be days, I would have to stay home from school to watch him because she wasn’t feeling well. I feel like I started to grow resentments that I truly didn’t know how to deal with. I grew hate in my heart at such a young age.

When I turned about 12 years old, I can remember coming home from school and my mom taking off with my dad’s friend and never coming home. I can remember my dad coming home so hurt and it broke my heart to see him in that shape. I remember sitting there with my sister and brother and them bawling their eyes out and I didn’t know what to do. I felt hopeless, like my whole world fell apart. I feel like then that’s when my life totally completely changed and completely changed me. We moved in with my grandparents. We were close to my grandparents because of holidays and get together, but not too much more than that. I feel like because my parents life was so different then theirs that we were not around them as much.

Later on after getting to my grandparents, my mom took my brother to live with her, so it was me and my sister at my grandma and grandpa’s. Living down there, but my grandpa was really sick and my grandma worked. I still attended school but on the days that I wasn’t in school or as soon as I got out of school, I would help my grandma out, visit with my grandma and then I would go down the road to my uncle’s house and spend the rest of my days there. Even though my uncle did those things to me growing up, I didn’t have hate for him, my view of the world just was misconstrued. I would spend as much time as I could hunting with my uncles, drinking with my uncles, smoking w**d with my uncles basically doing whatever I wanted because at this time I feel I don’t even live a normal life anymore. Eventually that became my reality for years.

My dad eventually got married again. My sister lived with them first and then I had moved in later on and at that point I felt like I didn’t belong. The relationship between my step mom and I wasn’t good. Things happened and I moved out when I was 15ish years old.

When I had moved out, I got with somebody that was 10 years older than me and it was somebody I met through my uncles. I felt like at the time I needed somebody to love me, and I felt like I had that with that person. When I got with that person, he had already been doing pills, m**h and of course I wanted to fit in so I joined in. That’s when my addiction truly started, before I ever even realized it.

I remember there would be not a day off of getting high. I remember being being asked to do things to get drugs which at times would make me feel uncomfortable, but I did it anyways cause I wanted to make sure we didn’t go without. There were years I didn’t talk to my dad. And my connection with my mom had started to slowly diminish, I remember trying to reach out but unless I had drugs to give her I felt I wasn’t wanted around. I felt like I tried to seek out that love, but I wasn’t getting it.

I still attended school and graduated. After graduation, I had gotten in a motorcycle accident with my boyfriend and we had hit a truck head on. We were not in the position to get on the bike, but we did anyways. We got stat flown to a hospital in Cincinnati, Ohio, I had broke several bones, along with a brain injury & he did as well. We were then prescribed all the medications and then some, so that made getting what we needed a whole lot easier. After we had left the hospital, I felt like my relationship was mentally becoming too much and the only thing I knew or was used to doing was leave, but I didn’t know how at this point because I had left my family and moved with this man away from what I know.

He had a friend that let me hide out in his house because I knew if I would’ve saw this person face-to-face I wouldn’t have been able to leave. I then left that person hid in this man’s shower and that started a whole new life for me.

My stepmom had committed su***de and then my dad had moved to Oklahoma to be with my sister, because at the age of 15 my sister went to Oklahoma and never came back.

A year or two go by, I’m now with this man as a couple and I end up pregnant and I would like to say that it was enough for me to completely stop using everything but it wasn’t. I can remember when I was pregnant with my daughter. I was so excited. I wanted to give her the life that I felt like I didn’t get but in return I gave her the same life if not worse. I would like to say after I had my daughter I was able to quit using drugs, but that wasn’t the case. I left her and her dad when she was about a year and a half years old and I was off and running. Still to this day I’m not sure why I left. Not sure what was going through my mind.

I had then met a man, and 6 months later got married. Again, I’m seeking out love, love from the man and love for the drugs. Things happen, heartache happens and I do what I do best and run, running was easy for me, running was the norm for me.

I then became addicted to more things including the needle. I’ve now at this point hit my lowest, I was doing things I never thought I’d ever do in my whole life. I treated people bad, lied, stole, and manipulated just to get the things that I needed and wanted. Things happen and I have been r***d, have been drugged. Now I’m at a point in life where I feel disgusting, useless and hopeless.

At this point in my life I start going to surrounding states meeting more people like me, and trying to fit in and put myself in situations thriving for attention. I’ve been states away with people I barely knew, I was doing everything in my power, not feel the way I was feeling. I was so miserable so defeated. This point in my life I start stealing, robbing and thieving to fit in and show loyal to people. I went to Florida and stole from family, I went to Vegas and left people there. I drove to California on a whim. Met strangers in tents for drugs. I didn’t truly care if I lived or die.

I started to go in and out of jail, not really worried about the repercussions that were to come. I honestly came to a point where I wasn’t sure if I’d make it back to jail before I had died.

Eventually, things happen and I end up on the run from the police. I was hiding out with a man, getting my fix, and barely living. I then become in a domestic dispute with someone I thought I loved. I start reading the bible more, but not in a fairly good way in a way where I was starting to feel I was crazy. I was reading it in the cornfield, in the yard, the man I was with told me he sold his soul to the devil to make me happy and at this point I felt like I had completely lost my mind!

One night at 3 o’clock in the morning I ran down the road in the middle of the night and pitch black running from this man because I truly felt like I was about to die, I felt like my end was near. I called and asked someone to pick me up so I can go turn myself into jail.

And that’s exactly what happened. I arrived at the jail, told him that I was there to turn myself in on warrants and I sat there for 30 minutes waiting on them to come out and arrest me. I remember being in that jail, not knowing what was going to happen to me, but knowing I wouldn’t be out for a minute and that’s what I truly prayed for. At this time I really never wanted to be free again. I was lost, scared, defeated.

I was sent to Scott County jail in 2022. And I got sentenced on May 13 of 2022. I was sentenced to a year in Scott County jail and then release back out on probation community corrections to serve two more cases. As I was there in Scott County jail by the grace of God, IRACS had came in that jail and started a program for substance abuse. I was one of their first participants in their program. I went every week. And because of that program, I knew I wanted to do som**hing different but I didn’t know how but thanks to them, they led me in the right direction and som**hing started to click. I started filling out applications for sober living at the end of 2022. I knew going back wasn’t an option, and I was thirsty for som**hing different. In May 2023 a couple days before I got released I had a member of that IRACS team pull me out and tell me there’s a bed waiting on me at The Breakaway in New Albany if I wanted to go and that they would take me straight there. So that’s what I did. I got to The Breakaway in May 2022 and as soon as I walked in I had women telling me they loved me. Truly I was frightened and eager for a new life. I had got a job, worked the 12 steps of AA with a sponsor, went to meetings and listened. The Breakway shaped me into a women, into a sober living human, taught me how to cook, how to clean, how to maintain a life.

Because of that program, and because of the program in Scott County jail I am still sober today. I graduated that program in October of 2023. I’ve gotten an apartment with who is now my girlfriend who has showed me what true unconditional love is, she shows me support and I do her we continue to better each other everyday. I have kept a stable job for three years now. Now I currently work at Sunrise Recovery in Clarksville, Indiana as a Recovery Coach and I couldn’t be more grateful. I get to help others who are struggling just like me and hopefully make an impact on one life. I got my daughter back in my life. She currently lives with me through the week and goes to school from my house. Our relationship has grown to a love I have never felt before. I coparent with her father super well. I have family in my life again. And I have a new family, I never even knew I needed.

I have one more appointment to probation than I’m completely off paper after 3 years of never failing a drug test, or missing an appointment.

If it wasn’t for recovery, if it wasn’t for the programs, I’d went through, If it wasn’t for me hitting my rock bottom I wouldn’t be where I am at today. Today I love myself, today I know my self worth, today I know how to love others, today I know how to be honest, today I am dependable, today I am a mother, a daughter, a girlfriend, and a friend!