
Why Should I Make Amends?
The Invaluable Task of Making Amends
When I think about the ninth step, I think about god. I can’t help it! During the ninth step is when god came to me. It says in the Big Book that god comes to some slowly and to some all at once. I was blessed to have a white-light experience. It happened when I took a trip home, to make amends.
I’ll get to the good stuff soon, but first let me tell you a little about myself.
My Story
I was raised by a very loving and religious family. God was a huge part of my life, until I turned fourteen. Around that time I consciously turned my back on the belief system I was raised with. Why?, you ask. I met a boy.
He lived in a trailer park, rode a motorcycle, and had bad written all over him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I mention this bad boy because he’s a huge part of my journey AND a huge part of my ninth step.
I drank for the first time when I was sixteen. I didn’t have that much talked about “I’ve arrived” feeling. I did drink three times as much as everyone else, though. I acted like an idiot, like really an idiot. I ended up locked in a basement, by myself. This was a theme of my drinking career, going overboard. I’d always drink more, do more, need more than everyone else. Back at sixteen though? Back then, we had fun.
By the time I was eighteen, that bad boy? He put me in the hospital. This was the first time I’d been betrayed by one of my solutions. I used going to the ER as an excuse to drink harder and more often. Somewhere around this time is when I crossed that invisible line. That line you can’t EVER uncross.
Now drinking wasn’t a luxury, but a necessity. I finally left the bad boy, but not for any positive reason. He got in the way of my drinking! I have to laugh when I look back on the absurdity of it. More and more people seemed to be getting in the way of my drinking. Soon, I ended up alone. I ended up physically, spiritually, and mentally alone. I’d managed to offend, manipulate, and push away everyone who loved me.
I had some sort of moment of clarity. I don’t know where it came from, but I decided I couldn’t do this anymore. I decided I needed help. For years, this was obvious to everyone else, but I remained oblivious. I reached out to my family and started the most awkward month of my life! The month of trying to get into treatment.
During this month, my family tiptoed around me. They tried their best not to set me off (I was VERY easy to set off). The night before I came to south Florida for treatment, I saw my father cry. This was the first time I’d ever seen him cry. He sat on my bed and held his face in his hands. He asked me, through tears, where I’d disappeared to. I’d never seen this much pain in his face. I’ve never seen as much pain on anyone’s face since. I’ll always remember that night.
The Path to Recovery
I didn’t get this recovery deal right away. I didn’t understand there was actually another way to live. I drank soon after leaving treatment. I struggled. Still, I had a sponsor and was starting to grow. Well, I wanted to grow, anyway.
I managed to stay sober for a few days and began to work the steps. Around the third step, I said my first honest prayer. I asked God to remove my obsession to drink. God didn’t remove this obsession right away, but he did send me some amazing people. These people were laughing, smiling, and talking about God!
I started to write my fourth step. Then, one day, I got a phone call. My teenage heartthrob bad boy had passed away. I was devastated. I was broken. I was ready to drink. I was faced with the choice we all face in early sobriety – to start drinking and go on to the bitter end, or to live and accept spiritual help. I chose to live. I started my fifth step and told another woman how sick I really was. She hugged me and told me she’d never been prouder of me.
I worked steps six and seven. My defects were revealed to me and to my sponsor. I asked God to remove them. Afterwards, I was ready to make my list of amends. Not only was I ready to make this list, but I was ready to find the willingness to face the people I’d hurt. I was ready to take ownership of the mistakes I made and the harm I caused.
Here we are at my ninth step, at my white-light experience.
When I Met God
I was sitting in the airport, about to go home and face the people I’d wronged. I was sitting there and saw a man standing at the check-in desk. He looked terrified. I don’t know what was going on with him, but it suddenly hit me. OTHER PEOPLE HAVE FEAR! Not only fear, but they have feelings. They have feelings that are just as important as my feelings!
This was a VERY new thought. Up to that moment, the entire world revolved around me and what I wanted., I became overwhelmed with compassion for this stranger. In that one moment, everything changed. I became aware of my surroundings and all the people there. I felt gratitude, love, and compassion for each and every one of them. I had a spiritual awakening.
I ran onto the plane, and into my family’s home in Massachusetts, on fire. I made amends with my father. I told him from this point forward I’d be the daughter he raised me to be. I saw my father cry for the second time that day. This time, though, it was for a completely different reason.
I was able to make a graveside amends to my bad boy. That experience was incredible. The only amends I could make to him was the one where I lived. I promised him that I’d never stay when I knew I should go. I haven’t. These promises I was making turned into the morals and values I use to live my life
When I sat down to make amends to my sister, not one thing I’d planned to say came out. I saw things differently, before I even opened my mouth. I realized that over our entire lives I’d taken all our family’s attention. Even though she’d always done the right thing, I’d taken all of her space. There wasn’t any room for her because of how big I’d made myself.
When I returned to Florida, I returned a different person. Since then, I’ve seen this happen to numerous different women. They leave to make amends and, in the process, they become women of integrity. They become women with enormous hearts, enormous amounts of courage.
My ninth step changed the entire world for me. I was awake, aware, and grateful. Now, two years later, I’m still making amends! I’m sure I’ll be making amends for the rest of my life., Fortunately, the worst thing I’ve done is sobriety is steal someone’s cupcake. I had to make amends for that too! It was pretty humbling.
Want to know the most beautiful part about sobriety? Every time I make a mistake, I get an opportunity to grow.

Music and Recovery
My head hurt. I had staples in my forehead, dried blood above my eyebrow. I had a bike with a flat tire, one suitcase of clothes. That’s it.
Did I turn to God? Did I get a sponsor? Did I go to a meeting? No, not on that first day. God I would find on day thirty. The sponsor I would find on day seven. I went to a meeting on day two. On day one, I turned to music.
On day one, I saw an article about a new band, Augustines. They just realized their first single that day. An album was coming in a few months. Augustines’ lead singer is Billy McCarthy. Billy wrote an entire album for his brother, a man who’d recently died as a result of addiction.
Their single, “Book of James,” was released on my sobriety date. It set ablaze a chain of events that brought two strangers together, sent two mens’ lives soaring, and become the spark in my quest for long-term sobriety.
I Guess You’re Either Headin’ Somewhere or Endin’ Up Somewhere
“I tried the bible, tried the bottle, tried the needle, tried to love people in the end”
Maybe it was that first day when I found God. Billy’s lyrics hit me hard. I had nothing. No friends, my family didn’t want to talk to me, and my work was half a second from firing me. Still, this stranger seemed to know me better than anyone. So, what did I do? I e-mailed him.
I told Billy of my decade long struggle. I told him how much his music meant to me. He responded within a day, telling me how he was trying again to make it in the music industry, in the wake of his brother’s death. We were both fighting uphill battles. At the end of his e-mail, Billy wrote
“I won’t give up, if you don’t. Onward!”
-Billy McCarthy
He Had One Song And I Had One Day
Augustines’ released their album several months later. It gave me a never-ending supply of motivation.
There were lyrics that explained how I felt after my relapse –
I’m a bowl of bruised fruit inside a chapel of shiny apples
Lyrics that told me to look toward the future –
Tear up the photograph ’cause it’s a bright blue sky
Lyrics that inspired me to work harder –
Keep your head up kid, I know you can swim, But ya gotta move your legs
And a haunting reminder of a brother’s love –
Well call the police, go ahead call your shrink
Call whoever you want but I won’t stop the car
Well call the police, go ahead call your priest
Call whoever you want, call in the National Guard
These Songs Kept Me Going and Billy’s Promise Kept Me Moving
I went to a meeting everyday. I got a sponsor. I worked the steps. I made amends. I got my family back. I sponsored other people. I got a used car. I got a new car. I bought a home. I fell in love. I found my best friend. I was blessed with three more small best friends. I found God in my life.
And Billy? He kept in touch, always e-mailing back. He kept his promise.
From One Song to Letterman
The Augustines performed “Chapel Song” live on Letterman. I was so proud, so impressed. In the middle of the performance, Billy gave Eric a great big smile. Just for a moment, all the demons and the memories of the past faded. He made it.
Now, the band is set to release their second full-length album. The new songs continue to build on their promise of hope, the promise proclaimed by their first album, titled “Rise Ye Sunkin’ Ships”
Last night, I got to see The Augustines perform. I finally got to meet Billy. He told me he was proud of me. I thanked him for everything. I met Rob and Eric. They all men seemed so excited to meet me! The energy, the passion, the music…was unbelievable. Before the band played their last song of the night, Billy yelled
“This next song is for my friend Tim. Keep up the good work buddy!”
He then launched into “Book of James.”
Listen, it doesn’t matter where your motivation comes from. It doesn’t matter what it takes to get into recovery. It doesn’t matter if it’s a song, a painting, a poem, a friend, a brother. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter how you get to this world, just get here and you’ll be amazed at the wonderful people you meet along the way.
If you don’t give up, we won’t. Onward!
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How Do I Pick a Good Halfway House?
What Exactly is a Halfway House?
Simply put, a halfway house is a sober-living environment for addicts and alcoholics in early recovery. Halfway houses help people make the transition from active addiction to responsible member of society.
This transition, from active addiction to the real world, is hard! Looking for a way to support and help ourselves through early sobriety is also pretty tough. Halfway houses help tremendously during early recovery. You can find halfway houses all across the country, but in Delray Beach, FL, they’re a dime a dozen. So, how can you tell the good ones from the bad ones?
How Can Halfway Houses Help?
Halfway houses offer a level of structure and accountability that addicts in early recovery often lack. They offer a safe environment and promote healthy behavior, including:
– Helping to find and maintain employment
– Helping with financial issues (think applying for food stamps, etc.)
– Giving a certain amount of responsibilities (think chores, etc.)
– Providing random drug tests
– Holding regular house meetings (this helps with issues within the house, as well as with personal sobriety)
– Requiring regular meeting attendance (think ninety meetings in ninety days)
– Ensure that you have a sponsor and working the twelve-steps
What Makes a Good Halfway House?
The biggest indicator of a quality halfway house is that it be gender specific. Women with women and men with men! However, there are some larger halfway houses that do offer male and female housing, though they’re usually separated.
A good halfway house has a zero tolerance drug use policy. This means that if a resident relapses, they’re asked to leave, or escorted, off the property immediately.
Structure and consequences also play a key role. To help maintain structure, consequences should be set to reflect it. Consequences are administered on a case-by-case basis, depending on the severity of the situation.
Quality halfway houses have daily curfews. These curfews differ for residents and depend on factors like how long they’ve lived there, and whether it’s a weeknight or the weekend.
The house should be for clients only. This means that while family, sponsors, and sober supports can visit, they need authorization to do so. This maintains privacy, personal safety, and personal valuable safety.
How Much Does a Good Halfway House Cost?
Halfway houses collect rent on a weekly basis. This is beneficial for multiple reasons. First, it helps keep the cost manageable for residents. Second, if a resident relapses and leaves, they won’t lose a ton of money. Rent is generally between $75 and $200 per week.
There’s typically an entrance fee to be admitted to a halfway house, though this isn’t always the case. Entrance fees include first and last week’s rent and a security deposit.
Many, if not all, halfway houses are happy to meet residents at their unique finical level. This may include payment plans, discounts, or even scholarship programs.