William Cope Moyers Speaks on Addiction and Recovery

William Cope Moyers Speaks on Sobriety and Recovery

William Cope Moyers, author of Broken, shared his story of addiction and recovery with those in attendance at the Mayan Theatre on May 9th. It was a moving evening that brought about a further understanding of what goes on in the mind of an addict, and the need to make more people understand the promise of recovery.

Picture from William Cope Moyers talk

Picture from William Cope Moyers talk
After dinner at SoHo, Mr. Moyers joined board members, staff and clients on the front porch before his presentation.

Picture from William Cope Moyers talk
Wende and Gini greeted guests at the Mayan Theatre.

Picture from William Cope Moyers talk
Mr. Moyers told his story, answered questions from the audience, and signed his book.

Picture from William Cope Moyers talk
Gumba, SoHo mascot, was part of the show.

2008 Jungle Safari Benefit Dinner

Jungle Safari

2008 Benefit Dinner

It was a jungle out there … but nothing

to be afraid of ….

On October 25, 2008, over 150 people gathered at the Renaissance  Denver Hotel to support the work of Sobriety House. The event’s theme was a Jungle  Safari! Beautiful decorations and plenty of costumes and other safari outfits set  the stage for a relaxing and fun time.

Special thanks go to our Sponsors

For Hearts Event Planners

Pahl Architecture

Wagner Investment / CoBiz Financial

Studio 303 Photography

The evening started with a reception, silent auction and raffle in which a beautiful fresh water pearl necklace and earrings were the prize.

The Thomas G. Vessels Humanitarian Awards went to Energy  Outreach Colorado for their work with non-profits, including Sobriety House,

in  implementing energy conservation measures in their buildings.

A graduate of Sobriety House, Paul S., told his story of how drugs were ruining his life and how he found sobriety and recovery at Sobriety House. Paul has been sober for over seven years!

Prizes were awarded in various categories to attendees for costumes.

The main draw of the evening was the entertainment of Kevin Fitzgerald;

local veterinarian by day, stand-up comic by night.

For more photos,  click here.

Elegant dining, jungle style.

Board of Trustees President Charles B. Darrah presented the 2008 Thomas G. Vessels Humanitarian Award to Heather Gullen of Energy Outreach Colorado.

Energy Outreach Colorado won the award for their tremendous assistance to non-profits in making their buildings more energy efficient.

Sobriety House graduate, Paul S., told about his addiction and recovery.

Master of ceremonies Bill Clarke awarded prizes for  costumes. Too much fun!

Funny man, Kevin Fitzgerald!

Ken C

Ken C.

I was raised by an alcoholic father and a mother who had a  full time job of trying to hide it from everyone. She did a pretty good job of  it, too. But when she decided it was time for him to sober up, a Big Book was  placed in the bathroom and she began picking him up from work and driving him,  drunk or sober, to AA meetings. She patiently waited for him outside in the  car.


My first AA meeting was my father’s one year sobriety  anniversary. My mother began attending Al-Anon where she discovered she was  possibly more dysfunctional then the alcoholic. My older sister and I started  attending Alateen where I made my very first friend and tried my very first  drug, marijuana. The world was both fuzzy and funny and I remember laughing and  eating donuts until I felt sick.


I was 14 and partying every weekend and after every Alateen  meeting. I wanted to fit in so badly, more so than enjoying the high. It was  the first place I ever used and the first friends I ever had.


As soon as I was old enough, I became a regular at the local  gay bars and drank continually for the next 12 years. I lived a double life and  kept it from my partner (at least he pretended to not know). I attended social  functions, wore tuxedos and sipped chardonnay. And then I turned around and  slammed rum and cokes, hustled men, and frequented adult book stores and  arcades.


I would cry from shame and drank the guilt away by staying  in a blackout as much as possible. If I was drunk, I wasn’t responsible for my  actions. As my drinking worsened and I became an embarrassment to my partner, I  tried to cut down and quit. I was in and out of detox so many times I can’t  even count. The urge to drink was too strong. My 10 year relationship with the  most wonderful man I’ve ever known ended. I was left with the clothes on my  back and the bottle in my pocket.


I began to hustle on the streets of Denver. By this time,  neither my looks nor my reputation were in very high demand and I resorted to  staying in the baths when I could afford it and if I couldn’t find a john to  take me home. This was when I discovered crystal meth and my days with alcohol  ended.


Changing from a depressant to a stimulant made me feel like  I’d been born again. It was the wonder drug that saved my life. I found  affection in the form of sex, love in the form of a dealer, and a new career in  the field of selling my new companion.


I had energy, popularity, focus, creativity and a whole new  group of friends. But I couldn’t hold a job. The profits from selling drugs  usually ended up in a pipe, and those who didn’t steal my money would steal my  dope. So I too became a thief. I stole merchandise from stores and traded it  for meth to support my habit and live in cheap motels.


It was a daily process and I soon acquired my first felony  when I was caught lifting $1,500 from a local department store. I was charged  and given a four year sentence. I immediately phoned my mother and without  question, she jumped in her car and drove from Grand Junction to visit me, even  though I had not called home in over a year.


The next two and half years I was quiet and stayed pretty  much to myself. I wrote a lot, worked as a baker, and for the first time in my  life became aware of myself, who I was and what I had become. How ironic it was  when I looked in the mirror. It was a blurry image I saw in the dented,  polished metal that hung on the wall before me, and I didn’t like what I saw.


Three years passed and I was released to a halfway house to  finish my sentence. My mother, who stood by me with no questions, came to  visit me. I spilled my entire story to her … how meth helped  me stop drinking, how I was dealing drugs, stealing, everything. She still  stood by me with love and forgiveness. She was my rock!


I did very well in community corrections. I held a full time  job as a waiter, saved money, and was released on parole to my own apartment.  But the money and new freedom made the temptation to use too strong. I started  up again in the meth madness. I lost my job, all of my savings, and most of my  marbles!


During this time, my mother was diagnosed with cancer and I  couldn’t visit her in the hospital because I was so messed up. She almost died  on the operating table. Due to complications, her liver and part of her  intestines had to be attached to her side with a plastic sleeve. A vibrant,  active, on-the-go woman was reduced to an 80 pound, bedridden shadow of  herself. I couldn’t bear it.


I had to return to jail to finish my sentence and 10 days  before my release, my mother passed away. It left the biggest hole in my heart.  I had more guilt than I knew how to handle.


Upon my release, I was paroled to a “crack house” motel on  east Colfax during the blizzard of 2006. I had no money, no job, and no hope.  After two months, my parole was revoked and I went to the Denver Reception and  Diagnostic Center (DRDC). I stayed there for several days. I was wondering what  was taking so long when I was called to the infirmary and told I tested  positive for the HIV virus. I was numb! Though I was grateful I was in a place  where I could get medical help and still had six months to adjust to this  information.


The day I was supposed to transfer to territorial prison, I  was re-routed to a halfway house. I was asked to sign a release of medical  responsibility and could not get the DOC to release any information about HIV.


The next six months were hell for me! I was so upset and  frustrated, not to mention alone! I had nowhere to go when I was released so I was  adopted by a friend’s family I met in the halfway house. They gave me love and  a place to stay. I began using again and finally the Colorado AIDS Project had  an opening in one of their housing programs. I moved into my own studio  apartment. I went into a deep depression and left my apartment only to get  drugs and food and to go to the doctor. I came to believe that I would live the  rest of my life alone. The only comfort I found was in meth.


In my apartment building was a handsome southern man who I  would occasionally buy dope for. I couldn’t see myself ever being in a  relationship with him. I was very cautious having resigned to not allowing  anyone in my life again. In the past, I had hurt or betrayed everyone who loved  me and I couldn’t handle anymore guilt. But he was persistent and charming and  he was also HIV positive so there was no fear there!


We started partying quite a bit and I started selling dope  again. Then he became violent, insisting I give him my drugs … he even struck  out at me. I decided a line had been crossed and there was no point in  continuing to see him. Three days after I broke up with him, a note of apology  was slid under my door saying he could never be with me again because he knew  he had a temper and didn’t want to hurt me. He also planned on moving out so he  wouldn’t witness my future relationships. His heartfelt, honest, selfless  letter took me by surprise.


I went to his door. When he opened it and I saw the sadness  on his face, I could only hug him. It was at that point that I fell completely  in love for the first time. Finally, someone to spend my days with and hide no  secrets from. But I was still running from parole and using a lot. I was soon  found and taken back to jail. His heart was broken.


We stayed connected with daily phone calls and letters. I  felt I had someone to help me through all the agony of the HIV and all that  came with it. But thirty days later, I saw him with another man and my world  fell apart. I was devastated. I considered suicide. I stayed in bed for 22 days  and the only thing that helped me through it was dope. When I reflect on this  relatiohship I am grateful because I take with me the reminder that I do want  love.


My life became a voyage through doctor appointments, parole  visits, heavy using, and paranoia. I was told I was now living with AIDS. I  didn’t have the courage to live anymore. I had given up and I hated myself. I  had pushed away everyone who had ever loved me and, again, only those who  wanted my drugs were around me. I was hospitalized three times in a month and  no one would help me get off the streets. Today, this fact plays a huge part in  my recovery.


One night I slept on the ground next to a dumpster, in the  rain. I was unable to walk. I was broken and tired. I managed to get myself up  and headed for the hospital. I was in the hospital for nearly two months, I had  no visitors. I realized I needed to stay away from the drug users and get  around people who were clean. Maybe drug treatment was a good place to start.


I had 90 days left on parole and was approved for treatment.  I avoided it for about two months and then was threatened to serve my last 30  days in jail. I remembered that dumpster and its smell and sleeping on the  ground in the rain. I finally wanted to exercise “my choice” and get into drug  treatment.


I called Sobriety House. There I found the will to live. I  found people who want me to live. I found sobriety and in being clean, I found  the ability to make a different choice. When I was using, I only had one choice  and that was to use. I found that what I’m really looking for is trust and  intimacy and when I’m using there isn’t such a thing!


For the first time in a long time, I was surrounded by  people who wanted to help me stay clean and sober. They didn’t want anything  from me. Now that I have some time being clean, I’m aware of the choices I have  in life. It’s a new found freedom where anything is possible and true happiness  is within my reach. As I grow, I know I will one day be able to trust myself  enough to have friends and relationships.


As I write this, I realize it doesn’t matter how or why I  ended up at that dumpster. I have the choice now to not be there again. More  than that, I have the opportunity to grow and to change and to experience love.  For the first time in a long time, I want to live.

Light 12 Steps of the Capitol

Sobriety House celebrated National Alcohol &

Drug Addiction Recovery Awareness Month

Thursday Evening, September 17, 2009

About 150 people were present to honor all aspects of recovery by covering 12 steps in front of the Colorado State Capitol with luminarias. It was a beautiful display!

Sobriety House  thanks all the many volunteers who helped put this event together. Special gratitude goes to Caprice Lawless, Liz Gilpatrick and Pamela Grotegut.

If you weren’t able to attend, join us in September 2010 (exact date to be announced).