Donations for Disabled Veteran
Organized by: Sharon Vigue
My Name is Sharon V. I'm writing this from a Half-way house in FL. The story of how I got here is an interesting one. I was living in VA, where I had a job, an apartment, a dog and some friends around. Sounds like a pretty normal normal life, right? Except I'm an alcoholic. I have struggled with clinical depression, anxiety, and PTSD for years now. I deployed several times, including Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, three deployments on a ship, and most recently, Afghanistan. I decided to get out because my issues had become more severe and I thought staying in one place would make me happy. But, it didn't. I tried to get sober on my own, but I needed more. On Veteran's Day of 2015, I was gut-wrenchingly depressed, to the point of no return when my sister found a treatment center I could get a scholarship for. I went for 54 days where I detoxed, was sent out for more intense treatment, and finally graduated successfully. I had no where to go. I was unable to pay my rent, I had bills that were due, and I had no one I could stay with. So, I researched Half-way houses in nearby Fort Myers. I found one, and have been here since I left treatment. I am a couple months sober now, and my present to myself at 6 months sober wants to be a home to live in. The problem is, I don't know how I'm going to do that. That is why I'm reaching out for help. I didn't want to ask, but I remember what my sister said " Don't you think not asking for help is what got you here?" And I had to agree. Thank you for taking time to read this.