I was the second-born son out of three. I was the middle child. I grew up in an average, hard working, middle class family. I had a seemingly normal childhood. I was a B average student. I was a terrific athlete. I had a big dream of playing professional football. I had no doubt in my mind I was capable of doing so. I was confident, driven and motivated to accomplish my goal. I was an unstoppable force. I wanted to make my family proud. An unexpected football injury in high school would change the course of my life. I would become a victim of America's opioid epidemic. My addiction, however, would teach me the importance of family. I would also learn the power of unconditional love, which is something the world needs more of.
The science and psychology of addiction has always intrigued me. As a former addict in recovery, I often wonder why addictions are so difficult to break. I am talking about all types of addiction that plague society—drugs, alcohol, technology, gambling, sex, etc. My addiction began after a sports injury that required surgery. The result of the injury also lead to depression. Sports were my addiction. Once those were taken away, I had no idea what to do with my life. That's the worst part about being an addict—we always find a way to swap out addictions, healthy or unhealthy.