Recovering addict with money problems Financial Insecurity

This is how Financial Insecurity leaves me.

I cease believing in visible money as my supply & support, & I View the world of effect as it truly is...simply an out picturing of my former beliefs.  I believed in the power of money, therefore I surrendered my God-given power & authority to an objectified belief.  I believed in the possibility of lack, thus causing a separation in consciousness from the Source of my supply.  I believed in mortal man & carnal conditions, & through this faith gave man & conditions power over me. I believed in the mortal illusion created by the collective consciousness of error thoughts, & in doing so, I have limited the Unlimited.  NO MORE!      This day I renounce my so-called humanhood & claim my Devine inheritance as a Be-ing of God.  This day I acknowledge God & only God as my substance, my supply & my support.

I love my new knowingness of life. I was born middle class and raised with a lack consciousness.  "We are poor people" was the family crest.  I dealt and smuggled in addiction. I went from "fat city" to  "scuffling, scuffling sleazy dope fiend" daily.  Ran hot & cold. Switching from moving weight to shop lifting hostess cupcakes out of the 7/11  when I was hungry.  Now abundance is mine in my faith & footwork.  All is provided for me in the here and now.  God is the source of my supply.  I have lived indoors, had plenty of food, comfort, fun, and love in my recovery.

Military Wife Remembers Deceased Vietnam Vet Husband Memorial Day

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My childhood sweetheart Gene Menz was in Officers Candidate Training during his 3 years at Penn State.  The military was an attractive career choice, but he like many Americans of the day, we did not want to support the Vietnam War.    
We got married that August summer between his college Junior and Senior year.  He was taking a summer class for extra credit.  We were so madly in love it was getting too difficult for him to leave my side in Pittsburgh and get back up to school in that fateful season of 1968.

He decided to drop the class so he lost his 2-S student deferment and was no longer exempt from the draft.

I was pregnant I became very ill.  Doctors told me I needed a surgery for my kidney. Gene's brother was an elevator repairman working for the CIA in Washington DC. My brother-in-law knew someone who told him how Gene could appear at the Pentagon to ask if he could stay in the US & not go to Vietnam so I could get this operation allowing my husband to take care of our baby.  We had the hearing but it didn't work out and Gene Menz was ordered to report for active duty.

Military Wife RemembersDeceased Vietnam Vet Husband 

Once Gene was drafted he decided to take the
experience very seriously and
become the best he could be in effort to protect his own life, our families future, and to be a loyal reliable GI that others could depend on to do his job with excellence.  He was that kind of guy, a mindful dedicated young man of strength and beauty.
       Basic training at Fort Jackson Columbia, South Carolina. OJT and jump school at Fort Benning Columbus, GA. We moved on to Jungle training at Fort Polk Leesville Louisiana.  It was all horrible and wonderful.

He was 21 & I was 17, we had a baby that
year in 1969.  It was exciting to be living on our own as adults with our perfect dear little daughter.  He worked in the day time and came home to us at night.
We dreamed and planned how we intended to form our married life together.
We wanted one more child, a boy would be so great but either sex was not the most important.
We prayed for the health and well being of our baby and our next baby yet to come. 
Many young American's plans and dreams died in the rice paddies of Vietnam. Our WWII aged parents lost us and became disillusioned by my generation reaction to our post war reentry into society.  Not all of us died.  But important parts of all of us were forever changed.  I salute and honor those who assimilated back into "The World" and hold compassion with honor for those of us who went into trances.  A dark night of the soul followed great numbers of vets, their spouses, and families.  
We returned to Penn State after his discharge.  Post Traumatic Stress didn't yet have a name that we known to us.  Gene, a former dean's list student now hung around a vet's fraternity house where the common practice was to not make it to class very regularly.  These weren't regular frat boys.  These boys in their 20's looked like old sickly, beat up, broken men. Unkempt facial hair, not necessarily showered, wearing parts of their jungle fatigues that may have been hastily altered by their own hands with sizers.  They drank, smoked some cigarettes and pot.  We knew kids who had war crime hearings coming up.  To compare our return to college with the time when we left for him to be drafted was like this....
          Before the draft we lived a middle class young American life at a good state university.  We felt great, and knew our futures were bright.  We were in love. We loved Joe Paterno and our Nitney Lions football team.  We went to see the Olympic gymnastic team from China practice in our gym on campus.  Political opinions were charged with passion.
          After the draft, deployment, and the war we returned to school as a Vietnam vet and his x-military family.  He wore his hazardous duty in combat all over him. It walked all around him.  I was went into abstinence from drugs and alcohol upon his return but I was burnt out and depressed.  Our daughter who knew the sun to rise and set on her in the eyes of her parents warmed to quickly to her Father.  We all held each other as the most important but our family's Army experience had made us tired and it was all very different.  We were old, where we had been starry eyed youths only 2 years ago. 
          Gene and his Vet friends were guarded and shut down never discussing what they had been through.  They weren't cool anymore.  The cool members of the student body knew we were all weird and out of place.  Drinking increased, drug use increased.  Limping, wearing braces, prosthetic limbs, and mental illness was the norm among our guys.  School went by the wayside, lots dropped out.  Neither one of us wanted to go back to Pittsburgh, too many of our friends were dead.  We didn't want to be around our families too much in fear of not living up to their expectations. 
Young and unskilled I got a job as a cocktail waitress, then worked in a sweatshop factory.  Gene couldn't hold a job and was unwilling or unable to watch our little girl while I worked.  I had to pay for a baby sitter as well as support us. He started his own business for the 2nd time in 2 years when I became pregnant with our son.  Our hope was renewed.  Our expanding family brought us out of the dumps.  I could feel the will to live and succeed present in his life once again.  He had a furniture business and we started checking out apartment buildings to buy.  We got financing then learned we needed to get a fire escape that cost $5000 more than we had.  The city said we could not rent any apartments until after the fire escape was installed and passed inspection.
Gene became overwhelmed and lost all hope.  The bust of life I had seen drained back out of him quickly.  His partner in the store was also an alcoholic.  They drank a good bit, coming home late at night, going out for a minute then staying missing for hours.  I suffered in waiting, we had no cell phones then.  I processed all of this with and in mature traumatized  mind.  My mood vacillated between anger, grief, love, and faith that after the baby was born I would be beautiful again, we'd be making more money, and he'd want to stay home with us.  I planned violent attacks on him while I waited for him to come home at night as I cried.  
I was 21 when I gave birth to my son.  I wasn't very hopeful very often any more. Secretly planning a possible divorce I talked him into selling our house in the country out in Center Hall, PA and moving into town near campus to State College.  I remember telling him, "I am not working because of the pregnancy and new baby.  Please be sure to give me $50 every week and I can buy food, pay bills, and wash clothes for a toddler and a the infant in the pay washing machines."  It got real bad.  This is what I remember.. the $50 a week didn't happen but his business partner made me a metal thing that would start the pay washer without quarters.

The next event that came to mind was it was Valentine's Day and he bought me a scale saying I needed to lose weight from having the baby.  Still nursing with a 2 month old baby I got a job to save money so I could leave.  He started yet another business, an insurance office, with another even worse alcoholic partner.  A beautiful office that took all of the money and I had to ask my parents to pay our rent.  I told my Mum & Daddy that I wanted a divorce.  They said the kids and I could move in with them while I went back to a local college and lived at home.  
I had gotten involved with drugs while my husband was overseas.  I had been living married at Penn State then on the Army bases while my hometown friends were becoming hippies and experimenting in 'getting high', expanding their minds with pot & LSD.  When my husband got drafted I followed him, when he went to Vietnam I went  home to my Mum.  We watched the war on TV every night.  I closely studied the pictures of body bags and shootings looking for my beloved.  I wrote him love letters and he wrote to me.  It took weeks to send and receive.  I was 19 the 7 months he was over there.  He wrote to me that he looked at this time as like being in jail.  He sent me a picture of himself sitting in the bush with his M-16.  He was an E-6 Sergeant 3rd Cavalry. The patch was a horse with a line through it.  My letters had cut out holes in them.  He called me twice and we cried.  I stopped watching the news.  I stopped.  LSD took over my existence and I pushed the war onto another planet far away from me.

I was young and petty. Neither one of us knew how to act or cope under such tremendous pressure.  I have lived with much sorrow for the way I acted, for how it all went down. This is just a report of how it was for me and some other people of that time.  The war, the drinking, the drugs, the immaturity, children and not enough money, not enough faith.
In no way am I  claiming to be a victim.
Today, as a recovering addict seeing myself as a victim is not an option. 
I have come to find a resurrection for myself.  Technical Sergeant Gene Menz died in his 50's of a brain aneurism.  I have often wondered if it was from his exposure to Agent Orange.  I have been told everybody blames agent orange for the Vietnam Vets deaths.  After we divorced Gene went out of the road and hitchhiked around the country for several years.  His Mother told me she reported him as a missing person.  I know other vets who fall into the abyss for some years.  He remarried, adopted and fathered 4 daughters, they were all athletes just like him.  My son and daughter went to visit him when my son was 19 he said he took joy in being apart of his daughters sports.  He was very, very quiet and my kids didn't know what to make of him.
Our daughter is tender hearted and quickly withdraws from uncomfortable emotions, she received him but did not pursue his company.  Our son is a fearless guy and reached out to his Father in a big way.  We don't know what happened but Gene withdrew from our kids.  Just faded away and stopped taking my son's calls.  Later we heard he was again divorced and lost his second family too.
My most precious 2 kids ended up being raised by my parents.  Overwhelmed in grief and drug addiction I let my ever so controlling Mother take over caring for the kids more & more until eventually my addiction got worse and Mum told me to leave.  I took off to California and made every attempt to stay to high to let my abandoned children into my mind.  
I forgive myself at long last and declare peace on the past.  I accept and embrace my whole life just as it is & just as it is not.  We can survive and thrive in the here and now.  There are those who don't forgive or understand the casualties of my generation.  We are the love generation and I embody that now more than ever as I know we are much more than the sum of our experiences. 
With love, respect, and remembrance I bless the soul of Gene Menz and all of those whose lives intersected with with his.  My Vietnam Vet husband lives on in my life life and the lives of his children, his children's children, and generations yet to be born.

Vets Addiction and Recovery
We are forgiven, I forgive everyone I forgive myself.  I forgive all past experience. I am free.
I am free. 

Loriann Witte CAC

In memory of Gene Menz Vietnam vet my 1st husband

Ms Witte,
My name is Keith Forry. I served in Vietnam with Gene Menz in the latter half of 1970. He was my squad leader and friend. The only sure detail I remember is that he was from Jeannette, Pa. After reading your blog entry it seems likely like we knew the same Gene. The unit we served in was Company C, 1/12 battalion, 1st Cavalry Division. I am very saddened by this news, and the biography you posted. The legacy of the war in Vietnam seems to just go on and on. I am sorry for the unpleasant repercussions that affected you in such an intense way. And, I admire that courage you displayed in your post.
 I'm not sure why I'm writing you. I guess if you could confirm if it's the same Gene and where his resting place is, I would appreciate it.
  May you find peace and happiness in life.
           Thank you, and Blessings on your Journey,
                                       Keith Forry

Freud drug addiction insights by Loriann Witte


Kids need to be safe drug addict parents

It's not ok for me to say much about a person I know from meetings. Anonymity is the spiritual foundation of all of our traditions. But I want to reach out to you, women to women, addict to addict. I know about recovering couples with one partner relapsing back into active addiction. Since you ask me what I think I feel, I want to share my personal experiences. Each one of us has to take good care of ourselves and our children. Food & a roof is great but we can find that for ourselves. As a spiritual being I have come to value my serenity above all else. You are a grown up Mom with a life time of experience and can use all of that knowledge to create & recreate the space for you & your child. Put more wellness and peace into the world by starting to work on your own experience.  I am learning when our loved ones are sick we have to survive it.  Making boundaries doesn't have to mean building walls. It's all right to get safe & happy without saying good bye for ever. We all want kids to be where evolving to their highest good is possible & encouraged. Just thinking about you girl in my morning meditation today.  Offering encouragement that we don't have to stay stuck in darkness.

Loriann Witte CAC

How I Overcame My Addiction to Stuff

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How I Overcame My Addiction to Stuff


Defeating The Storm Clouds of Addiction

The storm of addiction brewing in the lives of those who love the addict. There is hope and there is help. 
    The fear of need. The belief in lack. Can be cured by a sober attitude of gratitude. Anger & need can not occupy the same thought at the same time when we are feeling grateful. Generosity in being of service is a shift of ones paradigm. 
     We change our thinking to change our life. 
      This shift must come to the addict who wants to stay clean. This shift can come to the families of addicts who seek a life of peace regardless of whether or not the addict changes their lives.
      Call me, I love to talk about this subject. I have experienced both sides of this coin, as the addict & as the family of an active user. 
       God all ways has something better for us when we seek it.
Loriann Witte
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Swim with the dolphins good life after heroin recovery

This is how a hopeless,helpless heroin addict lives in recovery with 24 years clean.
Heroin users 'junkies' are at the far end of the spectrum in drug addiction.  This can be compared to all opiate dependencies, such as Oxycontin, lortab, vicodan, hydrocodon, Norco, morphine, methadone, ect.
     Sometimes heroin users are seen as worse off than prescription addicts only because there is no prescription available for heroin; there by it cannot be obtained legally or paid for by insurance.  Some level of crime is most often involved in heroin use.  The most popular crime at least in the beginning of the cycle is stealing or extorting funds from ones family, place of employment, landlords; those close at hand.  As tolerance increases and motivation decrease these crimes spread out in ever widening circles.  Robbing the immediate family extends out to the neighbors, once fired from work, the user needs to start working their x co-workers & any remaining friends or loved ones.  As the tolerance levels continue to increase, the urgent need for increased financial resources stretches beyond any values the victim of addiction once held as true.  Craving seriously takes over all other needs, as 1 by 1 more & more behavioral limits are tramped down and re-set in shifting sands.  The ends are all ways the same jails, institutions, death or recovery.
     The disease of addiction becomes a formidable entity all in its self.  Society holds the addict responsible for their sociopath like behavior, that's why the prisons are full of mentally ill addicts.  Somewhere in our heart of hearts we hear a stirring saying the "all addicts are bad" thing just may not be true.  Addiction means using against your own will.  
    We do recover.  I am a heroin addict with 24 years clean & sober.  I am a productive member of society.  Of all of the roads I traveled in my 16 years of addiction now of those paths lead in the direction of the life I live now.  
    We are beyond the help of our families; the therapeutic value of one addict helping another is without parallel.  That is what the NA basic text says.  The 12-step program is where we need to end up. Not the only way to recover but a very good way.
     For myself and so many others the journey starts with professional help. Intervention, medical detox, and treatment. We are here to help. You can call 949-292-2000 - 24/7 - 366.
Loriann Witte

Family Intervention drug and alcohol treatment

Does the family disagree on the course of action you need to take to get your loved one help? Now is the time. The addicts life in in danger while you are waiting for the perfect time and for everyone to agree. We can have your family member in detox getting well now, while you could be still figuring out what to do next. Addiction is cunning, baffling, powerful. The pain and confusion created by drug use in the family system affects the family right along with the addict them self. How far are you willing to let them and your own peace of mind sink? Please reach out to a professional's experience. You can call with no obligation. Let's find out if we can help you 949-292-2000.

We speak English & Spanish. Transportation to the rehab is part of the intervention services as are drug program placement suggestions and assisted research into which treatment center is right for your needs, wants and one that works best with your private health insurance or cash budget.

Suffering with addiction wanting recovery

      Attachment to material possessions and quick fixes for emotional ailments creates suffering. Addiction recovery must teach us change your way of thinking to change life experience. Call us now 949-292-2000 we shed light into darkness.
      Not loving yourself, not respecting your body or feeling worthy of a good life of love is at the base of addiction. When we see our loved ones suffering with trying to stop but not knowing how, it looks like spiritual warfare.  We do recover.
       There is hope and there is help.

The Intervention Process: Your Questions Answered

Your Questions Answered
Intervention Process
Your Questions Answered



We understand that everyone has been worried and has differing thoughts of what should be done.  The professional interventionist polls every body's energy and gets it all moving in one direction.  We discus and eliminate all of the reasons the addict will have for not going to treatment.  We delegate the client’s daily life tasks among the participants (ie taking care of the kids, pets, the house) to alleviate this stress from the addict.  We also deal with employment issues.  We also decide as a group what we will do for the client while they are in treatment, and what the consequences are if they try to refuse this gift.   

Wit’s Inn Recovery has a 98% success rate.

The Intervention
As an informed, educated, and organized group in agreement with our goal, we meet with the client.   We do not have to solve all family problems, nor do we have to know how the addiction can possibly be healed.   We go to the addict with one common understanding: our loved one must have professional help, or may soon die.  Treatment is essential.  We have done our homework and made the best arrangements, and today is the day.   We are here with all of our love and power to stop the downward spiral here and now.

We get the client ready and willing, and then take them to treatment.  The power and intensity of the intervention opens a window of opportunity.   The client is emotionally transcended into a state of willingness.  Whether this state of willingness is brought about by the presentation of love and concern, or the fear of consequences, the result is the same.  It’s a short window.  We must continue in action immediately, before the denial mechanism takes control again.  The message at the end of the intervention is you have 20 minutes to pack, our flight leaves in about an hour.  At this point we keep the stimulus very low.  The client most likely is in a reflective state of mind and does not want much interaction.   We need an independent means of transportation to the airport, or a family member who will not elicit any further confrontation from the client.

When the intervention is over it is over.  We stop the confrontation and let the client lean into the impartial professionalism of the counselor.   

I am also a recovering addict.  The therapeutic value of one addict helping another is without parallel.   The interventionist and the client fly or drive to the treatment center together.


The counselor completes the transition from the intervention into the treatment admissions process.   We make every effort to introduce them to the staff and explain the process of making themselves comfortable.  

The interventionist explains to the counseling staff the disposition of the intervention and the reports of the family in an effort to educate the treatment staff as to the truths the client needs to face and work through.  The intervention letters are given to the staff for the client to use later in therapy.

One goal of treatment is to break down their denial of the severity of the disease.  Another treatment goal is to resolve and let go of resentment.  Reviewing the intervention letters with a sober head and the guidance of a therapist is done to bring about an understanding of the love involved in the gift of intervention and recovery.  We do recover.    

Millions of people are affected by the drinking or drug use with someone close to them.
The following twenty questions are designed to help you decide whether or not you need
professional help to intervene & stop the obsessive behavior and end the cycle of addiction
that is hurting them & you.
  1. Do you worry about how much someone else drinks or uses drugs?
  2. Do you have money problems because someone else is drinking, using?
  3. Do you tell lies to cover up for someone else’s drinking or using?
  4. Do you feel that if he loved you, he would stop, to please you?
  5. Do you blame the bad behavior on the companions?
  6. Are plans frequently upset, or cancelled, or meals delayed?
  7. Do make threats, such as. “If you don’t stop.  I’ll leave you” or make you move out?
  8. Do you secretly try to smell the drinker’s breath or check the drug user's eyes?
  9. Are you afraid to upset someone for fear it will set off a binge?
  10. Have you been hurt or embarrassed by a drinker or user’s behavior?
  11. Are holidays and gatherings spoiled because of drinking or drugs use?
  12. Have you considered calling the police for help in fear of abuse?
  13. Do you search for hidden alcohol, drugs, or clues of bad behavior?
  14. Do you often ride in a car with a driver who has been drinking or using?
  15. Have you refused social invitations out of fear of anxiety?
  16. Do you sometimes feel like a failure when you think of the lengths
    you have gone to control the drinker or drug user?
  17. Do you think that, if they were sober, your other problems would be solved?
  18. Do you ever threaten to hurt yourself to scar the drug user or drinker?
  19. Do you feel angry, confused, or depressed most of the time?
  20. Do you feel there is no one who understands your problems?
What’s your score?
   Did you answer YES three or more times?  If so, YOU are personally, probable
in trouble with co-dependency issues.  Living with Addiction & Alcoholism is
a dangerous, depressing situation.  
Codependency is a very painful out of control existence.  Denial of the severity
of the problem is very common.  Yes the addict & alcoholic in your life, is making
YOU sick and less than YOUR best self.  (Al-anon is a powerful tool
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