“The more depressed I got, the more anxious I got and then the two of them are a very vicious cycle. They feed off of each other like nothing else.”

I tried to quit a few times… would make it a few months and then fall back into it.

I figured no one could help me because I was so down.

“I was living in my car and then I think a year passed and I couldn’t keep my job and I couldn’t keep the payments for the car. I did end up for about three weeks on the street and then a place opened up [at Simonka Place] for me.

“…selling drugs, doing drugs, staying up late trying to make ends meet just to pay bills and provide a better life for my children and future. But my addiction took over everything and I lost sight of what was important,” admits Jacorie.

“I was so physically and mentally depleted that I felt like a shell; just empty,” says Tracy.

I wish there was more facilities like Simonka that were willing to open their doors no matter what your circumstance, no matter what your affliction is.

I used to feel like I was not a capable mother.

As far back as I could remember, I’d always been confident I had everything figured out. I was the Lewis and Clark of my own experience…

I’ve moved into a key and high-paying position in less than a year,” says Chuck, who initially made the job connection through a local staffing agency.

I’m one of those people where if I’m going to commit to something, I’ll commit.