Health & Spirit

Light Notes: A cry for help transforms drug-addicted mom

Lucy Luginbill, Tri-City Herald on

Published in Religious News

Hopeless by anyone's standards: Three felonies, hooked on meth, countless hours of jail time and enough mug shots to wallpaper one of her kid's bedroom door.

With a rap sheet that reads like a hardened criminal, Alisha hit bottom in life -- at thirty. But her impassioned cry for help after 14 years of methamphetamine addiction didn't go unnoticed.

Who heard her – and changed her life – is the last page in this story.

To see Alisha Bryans now, she could pass for a typical "20-something" mom even though she's 37. Fresh-faced and with a sparkle in her eye, this former drug addict remembers the easy road downhill -- and the tough uphill climb to who she is today.

"I grew up in an addicted family," the petite brunette said as she remembered what she thought was normal at the time. "Both my parents were hooked on marijuana and my mom occasionally used meth, although she hid it from my dad."

By the time Alisha was 11, she was stealing marijuana and smoking with her sister's older friends. Meth became her drug of choice at thirteen.


"My best friend's mom was a drug dealer," Alisha said about the girl whose mother supplied meth in exchange for endless babysitting. "So easy. She got us right where she wanted us," referring to the long hours she spent caring for the woman's four little children.

Still, the teenager couldn't get enough of the drug. Before long, she began stealing money from her parents. Not only did the pilfering go unnoticed, she was also able to hide her meth addiction and frequent absence from high school classes.

By the time she was 16, Alisha's parents discovered her habit and she was on the road to the first of many rehabilitation programs.

"I could have taught the classes," said Alisha about her six times in rehab over the years. "I did it for my parents, my husband, my probation officer, but not for myself."


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