A Recovery Story...
“Bad chapters can still create great stories. Wrong paths can still lead to right places. Failed dreams can still create successful people. Sometimes it takes losing yourself to find yourself.”
-Cynthia Thurlow
I don’t believe any of my grade school teachers would find it easy to believe that I am a former heroin addict who just got out of prison recently. I was never considered a trouble maker or misfit. I only had detention once, always made the honor role, and had a natural athleticism. All these things happened with minimal effort and that was the beginning of my problems.
You see, as childhood accomplishments grew with ease, so did my expectations of success into adulthood. I believed life would continue to happen easily for me, that I would never have to work as hard as others. My ego began to inflate. Combine that with an inability to properly process and express my emotions and you have the perfect combination for an addictive mindset.
Equally contributing to my addiction was how I chose to respond to things which didn’t meet my expectations. Instead of considering I needed to work harder, I chose to believe that my failures were more of a reflection of favoritism, social class, and popularity. I took little responsibility, fed my ego, and created the narrative of being a victim. I began using drugs and alcohol, got bored with life, and used more to deal with that. This pattern continued and progressed until I was 37 and facing aggravated robbery charges for robbing a pharmacy using my childhood BB gun. That’s where MY BEST THINKING got me. I used to question everything and everyone except for the one person who contributed most to my misery, myself.
My crime occurred in Feb. 2017. It was my thinking and my actions that got me arrested for the first and only time. No one else was responsible, only me. Today I am genuinely grateful for the consequences of my crime because it forced me to take responsibility not only for the crime, but most importantly for my life.
I spent 9 months in rehab (The Recovery Village; Umatilla, FL) and in sober living (Cameron Villas; West Palm Beach, FL) prior to incarceration. These were the most critical months of my life. Without the changes of perception which God brought me there, I have no doubt that I’d either be ashes on a mantle or still be in prison today. While there I was introduced to Alcoholics Anonymous, got
a sponsor, and worked the 12 steps. I began developing a spiritual existence. I had spiritual experiences, became aware of my defects of character, worked through my resentments, made amends, began taking daily inventories of my wrong doings and corrected them. This all lead to a spiritual awakening and genuine desire for continued growth leading into my incarceration.
While incarcerated I focused on spiritual, conscious, and mental growth through self-inquiry courses available through the mail. I read over 100 books about art, the cosmos, quantum physics, music, psychology, and Eastern philosophy. I began meditating and praying. I felt connected to God for the first time. This all resulted in peace and patience where there was once only stress and anxiety. I found an ability to accept the moment for what it was and make the best of it despite the chaos around me. I finally understand how happiness is truly a choice because how I choose to respond to life is so much more significant to my serenity than what happens to me. I no longer victimized my mind or limited my potential.
In addition, I became inspired by artists around me and began to believe I could apply my new found focus and patience toward developing a new talent as an artist. Art, I believed, could also communicate the growth I was experiencing with my friend and family, be an outlet to express myself, and give me a goal to accomplish with the time I had to serve. I developed a process and began to practice daily. Surprisingly, the ability came easily to me, but this time I didn’t let it go to ego. Instead I worked hard at it, crafted it, and began using it to tell my story. I began drawing portraits for other inmates and eventually the prison staff as well. This earned me trust and respect. It opened the door to get to start and AA meeting for inmates, giving me more purpose. I have continued this on the outside since being released in June,
Today I am an advertised portrait artist and am beginning to oil paint as well. I am a residential tech at Turning Point, where I actually get paid to carry the message of recovery and my experiences with it. I’m honored to be a board member for the REBOS building and Central Group of AA in Johnson City, as well as a C.O.R.E. member at the Day Reporting Center through the T.D.O.C. My sponsorship family has a saying which definitely applies, “Look What God Did!” My life, today, is everything I once believed it never could be. God has truly done for me what I could not do for myself. We do recover!
Jason Stout