Kristin lost her life in January 2016 following a heroin overdose after years of struggle with addiction. She graduated with honors from high school with a dream to become a nurse. She floundered in college and quit after a semester because she had already been introduced to the world of prescription drugs. Expensive; it would not take long before she found heroin.
As a family, we struggled to deal with her spiral and tried to intervene and get help. Refusing to leave the area, she agreed to inpatient detox and rehab in Pennsylvania but what we thought would be a 90-day program was rejected by insurance because Kristin had never received qualifying out-patient rehab services. She was out in less than two weeks and vulnerable. Kristin needed help then and she was in a position to receive it but the services were not made available to her.
She followed through as best she could, navigating psychological services and NA meetings but she refused to give up those who influenced her negatively. She remained in this state while navigating the road toward becoming a Mother. With a prescription for methadone due to a relapse, she gave birth to her daughter who required monitoring while she detoxed from the methadone.
We believe Kristin continued the struggle to stay clean, but various incidents with law enforcement put in her jail several times. It is important to understand that the times she spent in jail were the times our family was most at-ease. Kristin was safe and she was clean and she was provided services for her addiction and mental health that she wasn’t so much afforded outside the jail walls, without the influence of others. It is disturbing to realize that making her a criminal was somehow beneficial for her success at staying clean.
Just out of jail after missing Thanksgiving and Christmas, Kristin had been clean but she suffered a health scare and that fear sent her to the one comfort she knew. Kristin’s story is Brooke’s story and it is the story being told over and over by families in our area who cannot get the help their loved one needs. Brooke’s house can be the answer– for women in our area who want to get their lives back.
-Anni Rhule, Smithsburg, MD
I am a mother of an addict lost to addiction.
The things I didn’t know because I always assumed this couldn’t happen to my child my family, the thoughts that go through my head..What did I do wrong? How did I not see it? Why me? This isn’t about me, this is not about my family, this is about the heroin epidemic and how it touched my family. It has nothing to do with the way my child was raised. He was a good student, he was loved by so many, he played football, he was an expectant father and he was the one his friends came up for advice. Where did it all go wrong? What did I miss? Why didn’t he ask me for help?
Christian Michael Doody born on July 12,1993 and died of fentanyl intoxication on February 23, 2016.
After his death I learned the answers to most of those questions. I’ve learned that when my son broke his hand (boxer fracture) he was given Percocet and after months of being prescribed Percocet, he became addicted. The doctor would no longer give him a prescription, so he started buying the drug in the street. He couldn’t afford his habit but he couldn’t deal with withdraws and didn’t want to disappoint his family, so he didn’t ask for help. From what I understand that’s when the heroin started.
On January 17,2016 I received a phone call that my son was being taken to the hospital because he overdosed. I rushed in a panic to find my son with an oxygen mask on his face and monitors on his heart. My heart dropped…I didn’t know what to say. I was mad. I was in disbelief I was scared. I held the tears back as he told me he was sorry. It was his first time and he’s scared of needles. He said he didn’t know why he did it, and he promised never to do it again. Next thing I know, there are detectives and police officers in the room with us questioning my son, his fiancé, his grandmother and myself. I thought it scared him enough that they kept him in the hospital for three days, treating him for pneumonia. We requested he see a therapist while he was there. They agreed but a snow storm was coming and they released him early…no therapist.
I talked to him often and he always said he was doing well. We went to baby appointments together. I suspected nothing. Was I blind or was he just that good at hiding it?
After his death I received bills from the hospital. He went twice the two weeks prior to his death and they keep sending him home. Why? The first time they said he had the flu, but he was actually going through withdrawals. The second time they told him they were not a rehab facility. He struggled through this alone because he was embarrassed that the hold heroin had on him was too strong. He lost his battle February 23, 2016.
As I lay next to him crying on that day, the anger over came me. A few days later I was told about Brooke’s House and I wanted to help. I asked the many people who attended my son’s funeral, instead of flowers please donate to Brooke’s House. I couldn’t save my son, but I believe with the love and support that Brooke’s House will offer, they can help to save many. The comfort and kind words I got from the Kevin and Dana Simmers, who didn’t even know me, is why I chose to share with others about my son and this project.
Mother of Two Addicts
My oldest daughter left our home at 19…she is going to be 30 now. I do hear from her time to time, but we just couldn’t have her in our home. We had two younger children and she did not want to get help. When she was young, I had so many behavior issues with her. I had desperately looked for help in many places, including the school and the community, but the options were limited.
Then my middle child came to me and told me she needed help. I was shocked. She had been doing very well. She just had a beautiful baby girl and was getting ready to start school. But unfortunately, there were very few options for her, either the methadone clinic or suboxone. So she went to the methadone clinic. She had been doing well and we were getting ready to move back to NY. But then things changed. I think it was a combination of things that set her off. She had lost both her grandmothers within a 7 week period, she found out she was pregnant, and her relationship was falling apart. After her second little girl was born things really fell apart for her. She did seek help and kept saying, “there’s something wrong with me, Mom, and no one is listening”. She tried to get help but everyone who saw her just wanted to medicate her. The relationship she was in had really gotten bad and he was using as well and was abusive. I’m not sure exactly when she started using again. It’s been over two years that I went to get her and her girls. She was full blown in her addiction and said she was going back to Maryland. There was no way I was letting her take those two innocent, beautiful little girls…they had been through enough. I told my daughter if she didn’t have a plan she could sign the guardianship papers and leave the girls with me or I would make a call and the state would take the girls. I was shocked when she signed the papers. She is currently in the Washington County detention center. It’s sad but it’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time and at least I know she’s safe.
We are currently looking for a long-term rehab and sober living house closer to NY so she can be close to her children. I will not let her in my home until she treats her addiction and learns to live clean and sober. She had tried to find a rehab before she was arrested again, but we hit so many road blocks. I was told insurance was key, but she doesn’t have insurance. Most addicts don’t.
There is such a small window when an addict says they want help. How can we help them if there are few options or resources for them? I would love nothing more than to have my daughter back clean and sober and for these two little girls to have their mom. Skylar just turned 4 and Hailey is 8. They’ve been here with us for over 2 years. I’m hoping that Brooke’s House is the first of many sober living homes. There is a huge problem with addiction in this country. We are losing a whole generation to this horrible disease. It’s not only in the big cities, in fact, it’s the suburbs that have the larger percentage of heroin addiction. No one ever wakes up and says, “I want to be an addict”. Addiction doesn’t discriminate against the rich, the poor, good solid families…it effects all walks of life and hurts the entire family. It’s hard to love an addict. We need to take a good look at this issue and find a way to treat and cure it. A large portion of addicts are self-medicating due to underlying mental or emotional issues. We need to not only treat the addiction, but the person as a whole. There are many families who are effected by addiction. I belong to a support group called “Mothers of Addicts”. We have over 1500 members from all over the country with all kinds of backgrounds. We definitely need more resources and options. If a person was diagnosed with cancer we don’t say, “We’re not gonna treat you, you’ve smoked and you caused this”. We treat them.
I am proud to support Brooke’s house. My hope is that they are successful and a model for many more facilities in the future. This is a great thing they are doing. God Bless all that are involved in this project.