Ryan’s Story

My name is Ryan and I'm an alcoholic. I know that because I tried everything to stop drinking and couldn't. I couldn't drink in moderation, switching brands did nothing, and my will power was not enough to stop. I lied, cheated, stole and manipulated everyone around me to get what I wanted. 

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Erica’s Story

Hello, my name is Erica, and I'm an alcoholic. I am also an alum and resident at the Jean Marie House with 14 months of sobriety. I’m still flighty and easily distracted, so I will work diligently at keeping this short and on topic, lol. I grew up in Cleveland on 89th between Cedar & Quincy Ave.

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Barb’s Story

Hi, my name is Barb, and I am a 58-year-old recovering alcoholic. As a child I was surrounded by the crazy world of alcoholism. Not my nuclear family, but pretty much the rest of my outside family including grandparents. As a child I was shielded the best my parents could, but it was still there.

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Maggie’s Story

My name is Maggie and I am an alcoholic. My sobriety date is October 30th 2017. I was born and raised on the west side of Cleveland with my Mom, Dad, and an identical twin sister. For years I thought I had a "normal" childhood. It wasn't until the age of about 15 or 16 I started to realize I did not.

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Lou’s Story

My name is Lou B. and I am an Alcoholic.  For years I was in various states of denial, anger, and fear.  I was missing God, Faith, Acceptance, and Willingness.  Without those I bounced around rehabs, hospitals, and the rooms of AA with varying levels of success and a lot of learning experiences.  

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Toni’s Story

My name is Toni and I'm a sober alcoholic. I was born on the west side of Cleveland to a middle class, hard working family. My dad was an alcoholic, and from an early age I learned about living with fear and being quiet. I also have some forms of abuse in my story. Those things didn't make me an alcoholic, but they did give me very unhealthy coping skills.

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Sara’s Story

My name is Sara G. and I’m an ALCOHOLIC; not something I would’ve admitted, a little over 14 months ago. See, 14 months ago I was just “homeless” and needed a “little help”. But come to find out I suffered from this disease of the mind called alcoholism, and I needed a lot more than just a “little help”.

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