A note from Lindsey Staymates…
I can remember my last day using like it was yesterday, even though it was back in March of 2018. I sometimes wish that I didn’t have the memories of constant pain and anguish accompanied with the mental obsession with drugs and alcohol. I wish that the warm welcome of death wasn’t a part of my story. But it is. A simpler way to describe the inner torture I was caught in is sort of like an insect who is … Read More