Change the Lives of Numerous Recovering Alcoholics with a Small Act of Kindness

 Birchlea Street was the place where my past clung to every corner, a place haunted by addiction and the overwhelming weight of mental health struggles. My struggles and redemption started here. It was here, in the shadows, that God’s grace found me, guiding me through the darkest valleys of my life. My story is not just about surviving—it’s about redemption. It’s about how God’s hand can pull us from the depths, even when we feel lost to our own devices.

 For decades, I was shackled by the chains of bipolar disorder and alcoholism. These battles were not mere afflictions but were deeply ingrained parts of my existence. I wandered, trapped in cycles of self-doubt and despair, but through it all, God’s grace was present, gently leading me toward something greater. I now know that every struggle, every fall, was part of a larger plan—one that would ultimately bring me to salvation. Recovery books were a great source of inspiration. 

 Jeremiah 29:11 says, "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end." I now understand that God had a plan for me all along. I was never meant to be defined by my mental illness or addiction. My struggles and redemption were taking place at the same time. I was a recovering alcoholic. Through His boundless mercy, I was saved, and through His grace, I was led to redemption.