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We are a unique organization of advocates for families seeking help and support for those who suffer from opioid addiction.

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Carin MILLER

President

When I first realized addiction was running rampant through my home, I started researching everything available. A friend suggested checking out the The Addicts Mom page on Facebook. The first post I saw was a mom who stated her child went to jail and she seemed excited. I was totally shocked by her attitude. It wasn't long before I understood where she was coming from. She knew her son was safe!!

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Beth SCHMIDT

Treasurer

I lost my son, Sean, to a drug overdose in late 2013. He was one of the first victims of fentanyl, a powerful synthetic opioid drug that is many times more potent than the heroin. Sean thought he was injecting heroin, which is why his decision to use that day, after more than a year of sobriety, turned fatal.

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Ginger ROSELA

Board Member

July 19th was the worst day of my life, the day my son died of a heroin overdose. Jake started using opiates after an injury and surgery in high school. Jake was on prescribed pain medication for a long time. When we realized he had a problem we sent him to rehab, he did the sober living. Jake had several years sober and was re-prescribed opiates after another surgery. Pills ran out heroin is cheap - a month and a half later my son is dead. I did the eulogy at his funeral, and I vowed that his death would not be in vain and that I, along with others would do whatever I could so that no other family has to live the hell that our family lives now. I believe recovery is possible and that’s why I do the things that I do.

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Lynn MILLER

Board Member

Surely my sons behavior was just a phase. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted that this was something that wouldn't pass with time, counseling, love and extra attention. Okay, then maybe... tough love (whatever that was), threats, and the occasional kicking him out.

It took me years, thousands of dollars (including his college fund), sleepless nights, health issues, and complete chaos before I realized I/he/we really had a problem and it was out of my control.