[Pictured Left: Ali Fares]
[Pictured Right: Macy Boatright]
“It really all started with alcohol and weed at 16. I was in a really emotionally abusive relationship for 7 years and when I finally left him I settled with another guy who treated me great but had a pill problem. Within a month I was also doing pills. I eventually moved on to heroin and crack after that.”
“It affected everything. I would do anything just to get that next high and then eventually it wasn’t to get high anymore. I was doing anything to escape the withdrawals I felt when I ran out. I lost my house, my kids.”
“I became homeless and living in a tent and prostituted myself out for money. I wouldn’t sleep for weeks at a time. I put myself in situations that were very dangerous. I didn’t care if I lived or died anymore. I just was always chasing that next fix. I put drugs over my life, my kids, my family, everything.”
“I finally decided to go to detox when I hit my rock bottom. I had just been beaten up and raped and left for dead. I went to my boyfriend and he knocked me out for coming back without drugs and I woke up in the woods completely alone and broken. I decided I didn’t want to live anymore.”
“I filled a syringe with enough heroin to kill 3 grown men but when I stuck it in my arm it all spilled out in the sand. I screamed for God to help me and I heard Him tell me to get up and that He was with me. I walked to an outreach down the street and they drove me to the hospital.”
“Ali Fares knew me very well by then. He had treated me countless times for abscesses in my arm and was the first person I saw when I woke up from an overdose a couple of months back. He never treated me badly. He was always very caring and just treated me like a person that just needed help. This time when I went to the hospital he was there and saw my name on the board in the ER and remembers me. He came into my room and gave me a hug and wished me luck on my journey to rehab.”
“Ali made me feel like a person when most people liked right through me or treated me like I was worthless. He didn’t. He treated me just like you would anyone that didn’t have a drug problem. It made me feel good to know that I wasn’t worthless and I deserved help just like everyone else.”
“We talk occasionally. And that post has been a reminder to both of us that being kind is sometimes all it takes to give someone the courage and hope they need to make a change.”
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Good for her on what's she done. I fully admit I would likely not have been strong enough.
But jeez, EVERY ONE of these stories has a line in it blaming bad decisions on someone else.
Just about everyone has been in an abusive relationship of some kind.